The Loneliness of Survival

The sound of survival

a piercing scream.

 

I crawl from the battlefield

with a heavy heart

 

away in the distance

far beyond my reach

old comrades turn

into the setting sun

 

in my eyes

their lights go out

one by one

 

like candles

on a birthday cake.

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