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KarmaPolice
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Mar 3
The Soldier, The Wife
He escaped the invasion
And the imminent threat of harm
He locked all the doors and windows
And turned off all the alarms
Stepping out into the cold
His breath mixes with the night air
Sneaking to avoid attention
Beneath the cold winters glare
The one place he called his home
Was infiltrated and exposed
He flees to a place of safety
Far away and undisclosed
Too scared to know the dangers
He will face on the street alone
His frozen feet break ground for miles
Leading him to the unknown
His wife returns to darkness
Her home painted by fallen snow
The knots churn inside her stomach
Dread and panic starts to grow
Sirens ring in the distance
She can't enter there all alone
What if he finally rested
His pale skin, as cold as stone
All her calls switched to silent
The wall of noise, too much to bare
His phone smashed and then discarded
They could track him everywhere
She cannot wait no longer
The door creaking open to see
Her torch expels all the blackness
His phone is amongst the debris
He couldn't walk no longer
His bare feet bitten by the frost
Winter elements took their toll
He paid the ultimate cost
A chopper in the distance
A loud rasp fills the cold, cold air
The voices calling out to him
The police are everywhere
He wakes from winter slumber
His wife in a hospital chair
He calls her name so softly
I'm so sorry I wasn't there
By Darren Wall Β©
#war
#ptsd
#mentalhealth
#love
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