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Survivor's Guilt

By: zully571

Page 1, This poem is dedicated to all my comrades dealing with survival\'s guilt for losing a buddy in combat.

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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