Forgotten Soldier

He came home to a house of dust. The porch light out,

the hinges rust. A flag still waves where the mailbox leans, but no

one asks what he's seen. The medals sit in a drawer, but the nightmares

knock at his door. Oh, forgotten soldier, fighting alone

in the land you bled for, no place feels like home. The war didn't

end when the plane touched down. Now the battles rage in a ghost-filled

town. He walks the streets, head hung low. The scars he

hides, they never show. Folks pass by, their eyes avert. A uniform's weight,