Warriors cry in solitude
Free to let the tears slowly flow
No constraints when no one sees
The shields are now lowered down

Tears for the death of their wasted
youth and dreams
Gone, long gone
Never to come back
The winners and losers
Of the psychic wars
It’s never them, O, never them
They’re left to be
Warriors who cry
In solitude for their
Lost
dreams,
youth and laughter
Long left behind…
©J. Eduardo Ramos