Battle Scars

I was too busy fighting
for everyone else
that I never noticed
nobody fighting for me
until I jumped on the front lines
as the shots were being fired,
daggers being thrown,
when I turned to yell “Charge!”,
but instead was met 
with the ghosts of those 
I swore were there before;
the ghosts of those
I’d been fighting for.

-nmd

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems please, I wrote this up quick at like 4:30 in the morning, I just needed to get the idea down haha

Reviews

[Chaos_Collector]

Another excellent write from you Nicole. I love the fact that I can relate to this poem and I'm sure others can too. Those who you thought had your back, but really didn't. Write on Nicole