Enemies of War
As the dust settles, dry eyes adjust; squinting to make sense of what surrounds me
Quiet so deafening in its presence it envelopes me entirely
A body healed from the searing pain that previously tortured every inch
I question my senses…
No hunger, no thirst, no anxiety.
Unfeeling yet full of curiosity, seeking answers to still my thoughts
Then I see him,
My sworn enemy;
His confusion mirrors my own.
At once our awareness dawns in unity
The battle is over,
We are both dead.
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