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Eye-To-Eye
Eye-to-Eye Tormented air hangs thick, blinking as the sun clears the clouds. Bird unseen calls out, taking flight, running like I feel. Friends are dead and dying, smoke drifts over the covered. Looking down eye-to-eye, you in black me in green. Another day for me to live - none for you. Happy, sad, glad, wanting to cry, forgotten how. Pull on a Winston, flick the ash and cough it back. Blinded eyes by smoke and you pass, feeling lucky to be alive. Kick the dirt, wonder why, learn to live another day. Breathe easy, asking God for you and me. Turn to look around, seeing the waste of war a cause unknown. Hard at heart, seeing all and seeing nothing to care for. Hear my heart, feel my chest rise and fall, but nothing to care for. One last drag and hold till the pain rises and release. Flick the butt of away one last look down not seeing you seeing not. Smell the sweat, the oil, the residue of gunshot. A cry far off, like an echo in the night – What I say! Who is there answer me! Again the cry, I look round desperate to see – Where are you? Frightful the cry calls out – frightfully I search, finding no one and nothing. Like the dawn of a new day, the cry is from within and I answer – I am here! I am alive!
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