Broken
Heel on my shoes, as I run into your arms at your homecoming
I wasn't sure what to expect, but I never let my nervousness be seen by you
Tiny flags waved by all who were there,
Yet, when I saw your face, neither of us seemed to care
Broken
Your body from the grenade to took your left limb
That silver crutch you hold onto so tightly
Now, I hold your other arm and embrace you lightly…….
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The road home isn’t always paradise when your world has become “Broken”.
“The Poetry Of A.H. Scott: Broken”.
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