Self-esteem and a battle lost (an abused mind)

[Crow]

Right. So I am on a bit of a roll with my writing lately. Last month I wrote one poem, and this month I've found my creativity again.
This one I wrote with a literal theme in mind, but I purposely wrote it with a strong alternative visual. The result is a poem that without a title would read very literally. But my intent was to use the imagery to deepen the thinking of the reader. But then I felt that I didn't want the reader to miss my point... and so I decided to use a title that suggests that the poem is not literal at all.
I hope you all like it.

Crow

Self-esteem and a battle lost (an abused mind)

The land inside the city walls lay desolate.
Piles of rubble and twisted metal expose the emptiness.
This was the result of years of invasive bombardment.
The inhabitants had gradually departed this eerie wasteland that was once thriving,
and the jackals that picked off the scraps had long since left.
Nothing meaningful remained inside the battered exterior.
Where once hopes and dreams resided, now haunting winds blow through.
Bullet shells and shrapnel lay scattered as a memorial to a volatile past.

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Crow,
I assumed it wasn't literal : )

Powerful imagery!

[Crow]

Thanks there