I’m here by myself,
lost and alone,
not sure about my health,
while your waiting for me at home.
While miles away,
wondering about you,
I’m screaming mayday!,
hoping I’ll be one of the lucky few.
To make it back,
to our home; safe,
my world is turning black,
for I was hit by the strafe.
A couple days later,
when I was found,
fighting for my life in that crater,
my head left on that battleground.
Now experiencing PTSD,
no one ever comes to visit,
they say “oh just let him be”,
that’s not even apposite.
This is the newest poem I've written. Please critique it, so I can make myself better.