Battle and Breathe

 

It's the toughest battle for the soldier;
Whose tears got frozen in search of some heat.

Who was starving for that warmth;

at first sight of her meet.

Whose throat got rotten, like some dried meat;

It always felt bitter, even if it was sweet.

Sleeping on the bed was like napping in the street;

And waking up in a society where no one's alive to greet.

Falling ill every day with a disease only she can treat;

Still winning all his battles, as she is the sole reason he used to breathe.

The long-distance battles.

-Wishyou