A poem

[WalkingWounded]

I am the walking wounded
My battle scars are hidden
by the shackles around my arms.

The sunshine blinds me
And the sea of faces,
So bright.

I’m going home now
To my bunker
In the dark.
To reveal my battle scars.

I shall lock the door
And choose my weapon.
For if my enemy does return,
I shall walk no more.


-LD

[Baby-Kitten]

Oh wow that was Awsomeness!!

[Amazerful]

That was beautiful, thanks for sharing

[survivor]

I really like it. Good poem.

[Harley Quinn]

Cutting and Self Harm :arrow: The Open Book

[roadwarrior]

that's nice to read :)

[SawyerSauce]

I really like it :)
I like how you separated the lines so that it is more dramatic.
Your words are powerful.

[sqishy]

Very nice
with power