Memories

there was a toy soldier who stood at his Post

surrounded by those he thought mattered the most

he stood straight and tall

his stance wouldn’t fall

and his tongue always held a riposte

on a cold dry day, in the air he felt static

hearing some footsteps run into the attic

they said he held no worth

they left our soldier hurt

the experience very Traumatic

the scene became mem’ry he couldn’t address

on account of it causing him mountains of Stress

he ran from his trouble

his heart left in rubble

his mind going into recess

the little toy soldier was losing his mind

a low point of life flashing constant rewind

with his life in Disorder

he would tiptoe the border

his sanity left undefined