Worn Down

It is difficult to be happy once again when you
Have already been in the bloody war-zone and
Everyone is fighting. Your soul is turning into

Dust and your body is worn down. Your hand,
That was steady becomes as unsteady as an
Earthquake. People finally begin to understand

Why they would need a place to rest and ban
That negative energy. People are not wanting
To come back home only to become superman

Or superwoman in another round. Haunting
Memories are ones we are trying to escape
Until the next day’s sunrise and dawning.

We are not all heroes or heroines in a cape
And mask because some of us are just human.
We are survivors of every bruise and scrape.