Battle ScarsA Poem by nic
I was too busy fighting
for everyone else that I never noticed nobody fighting for me until I jumped on the front lines as the shots were being fired, daggers being thrown, when I turned to yell “Charge!”, but instead was met with the ghosts of those I swore were there before; the ghosts of those I’d been fighting for. -nmd
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