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Survivor's Guilt

Poetry By: zully571
War and military



This poem is dedicated to all my comrades dealing with survival's guilt for losing a buddy in combat.


Submitted:Feb 5, 2013    Reads: 186    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


I'M COMING HOME FROM WAR WITH TEARS IN MY FACE.

I'M HAPPY TO BE HOME, BUT I'M SAD THAT SOME OF MY COMRADES DIDN'T RETURN.

WE WENT AS A GROUP AND NOW WE ARE INCOMPLETE, CUZ SOME OF MY BUDDIES DIDN'T MAKE IT AND THAT'S SO HARD TO BELIEVE.

I ASK MYSELF "WHY?" LOOKING AT THE SKY, ASKING "WHY NOT ME?", JUST "WHY?".

I'M DEALING WITH SURVIVOR'S GUILT, AT LEAST THAT'S HOW THEY CALLED IT, BUT I CALLED IT BULLSHIT CUZ MY BUDDY IS GONE AND I WON'T SEE HIM AGAIN AND THAT'S THE END OF IT.

MY BUDDY IS GONE! WHY MY BROTHER IN ARMS WAS TAKEN?

IN A BLINK OF AN EYE HIS SOUL WAS GONE AND I LOST HIM FOREVER.

I MISS MY BUDDY, MY BROTHER IN ARMS, I MISS THOSE DAYS WE SPENT TOGETHER IN BATTLE THAT I WOULD NEVER BE ABLE TO FORGET AND NEVER STOP ASKING "WHY?".

I MISS YOU, BUDDY. YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MISSED, NOT ONLY BY ME, BUT BY YOUR FRIENDS, COMRADES, AND ESPECIALLY YOUR FAMILY.

REST IN PEACE, MY BROTHER IN ARMS.

I LOVE YOU.





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