Survivors Guilt

Survivors Guilt

 

When I was in, I was ready to go.

However, fate had another path or me.

 

As I sat back safe at home, I saw my brothers and sisters go.

The names I do not watch anymore.

I do not have the right; fate would not let me leave.

 

I am out of the way.

I am no longer of any use, to help in a way; they had trained me back in my youth.

 

Now I am retired now, sent on my way.

I think of a time I was needed and useful.

Now I am in the shadows of those who have gone.

 

Their paid a price I can longer give.

I wanted to go but fate did not see me worthy, worthy enough…

Author's Note

I am not writing this for sympathy. I just feel it is time to come to terms with how I felt for not being able to go when others have gone time and time again.