Only If You Must

I meander across
the wasteland ,
looking at the moss
that's gathered around ,
reminders of a once
misguided ventures lost
good times frozen in frost
lie littered , in no sound .

Silence upon
the battlefield
craters from bombs
that hurt , and I still feel  ,
lying at the bottom
are old corpses of a me ,
with the parts that are now numb
from the way I used to feel .

No wind , no dust
in the air at all
just the ground , the crust
of where I always fall ,
I'm covered in rust .
hearing olden voices call ,
help me if you must
I'm trapped alone once more .