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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A new dawn, Unveiled hopes and surreal ecstatic. The smiles on their faces, Heralded news, The folks were delighted. It was worth every ounce of struggle. Though, a dilemma. Afraid of separation. Yet, desperate to experience the journey. The ambience compelled me. I was finally seen off, I was on a voyage to satisfy nature's balance. Now I learned the way of flying. They had fed me once, now the tables had turned. The man I was had been called a coward. They celebrated my bravery now. Decorated badges shone and made them proud. I lost one and two things to earn it. Was it really worth it? The grasp of my anxiety grew. On a bright sunny day, I was summoned by a great war. The fallen heroes' cries haunted me, They never let me close my eye. Though I dodged death, My mates did not. When consciousness returned. A stream of blood filled my sight. Decapitated bodies, blasted arms, Eyes bulging out of their sockets, The fallen were the luckiest. One who lived was burning in hell. Men begged me to put an end to their agony. Our eyes shed blood, Tears dried out. I wished to shoot my brains out too. The nefarious haunted site was too much to bear. "I couldn't" I cried .... A bullet shell dropped beside me. I had killed my own man, or had I helped him? His heart wide opened, and my shank. My shin mangled, my eardrums burst. "Medic! Medic! Medic!" A few men rushed and took me away. I only saw them talking but heard no word. Certainly they would cut it. The pain fainted me right away. A chunk of metal cost me a leg. What would a hurt man do? Run away to his folks. So did I. The smile on their faces now faded. They hardly talked about their dream again. Blames encompassed a loop. Still celebrated as a hero. The shell-shock and vivid imagery of the war, Ran through my mind every now and then. I never slept again. Trapped inside a war I had never waged. It had now changed my periphery of life. I despised it. The fallen were the luckiest. I couldn't even stand on my own. I barely opened my mouth, only to be fed. There it hangs, my greatest achievement, So the folks claimed. Why did I live in guilt then? Was it to hide my sins, Or to make me feel proud? The barrage of questions and bullets, Never left my conscience. I may have quit the war, It still ran inside my head.
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