Set Free

[DRayVan]

whispers of comrades gone
linger from my past

questions asked but not answered
why did I survive and they did not
why was I chosen and they were not

though decades ago
their pain echoes still
their eyes plea afresh
their last breaths like yesterday

they found relief but I have not

behind a facade of smiles
memories persist
my cauldron of melancholy simmers
reliving those horrors of fifty years ago

I pretend they did not happen and
wish a boy’s memories can be forgotten

please
give me some space
give me more time
maybe someday
I can forget

but all too soon the day will come
when rain trickles down my headstone
and washes away my past
then I will be set free
and remember them no more

[kiz_paws]

Heartfelt, thank you for posting this lovely poem.

[DRayVan]

Thanks, Kiz. Glad you liked it.