It is a different kind of grief
The grief of a survivor
The pain of the only one left
Doubts fill your mind
Why should you live
When friends have died
Guilty emotions by day
Gore-filled memories by night
They're always there
Gashes mend
And bruises fade
But the scars on your heart remain
Some wounds can't be seen
Can't be healed
Can't be bandaged and cured
Words spoken
Not able to describe
The anguish
You hear echoes of their hopes and dreams
Of beautiful, wonderful tomorrows
That never came
You relive those last moments
The agonizing screams
The dying men on floors slick with blood
Your life will forever be filled
With that melancholy heartache
The guilt of the only survivor
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 9:52 PM UTC
It is a different kind of grief
The grief of a survivor
The pain of the only one left
Doubts fill your mind
Why should you live
When friends have died
Guilty emotions by day
Gore-filled memories by night
They're always there
Gashes mend
And bruises fade
But the scars on your heart remain
Some wounds can't be seen
Can't be healed
Can't be bandaged and cured
Words spoken
Not able to describe
The anguish
You hear echoes of their hopes and dreams
Of beautiful, wonderful tomorrows
That never came
You relive those last moments
The agonizing screams
The dying men on floors slick with blood
Your life will forever be filled
With that melancholy heartache
The guilt of the only survivor
This poem was inspired by Marius from the movie/book/play Les Miserables.
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