I Enemy

A striking figure pierced the fog
That lay upon the ground that day
The battle raged on all night long
But neither side was brought to bay

The soldier walked, as in a trance
I saw the color of his cloth
An enemy, has now advanced
And made his way a crossed the croft

I looked down at my rifle then
Sought to load another round
But found, I loosened up my grip
And watched it fall unto the ground

I look back to the man to see
As I stood there, unarmed that day
And wondered, "What's come over me"
And in my heart began to pray

Willing to slay, not one more soul
My life now placed in jeopardy 
Mindful of who placed it there
Besieged by such self-treachery 

I left my trench, and walked toward him
To reap the fate,  for what I've sewn 
And somewhere in my thoughts of thoughts
I felt as if,  I 'as going home

But then His gun slipped from his hand
And standing there for all to see
I looked into his eyes to find
That I, had been,  thee enemy
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Montalbo Avatar
April 6, 2014 at 8:44 PM
Well written, true to the soul we are , our only enemy... I enjoyed this very much... Looking forward to more of your writings.... Smiles and hugs. Gina
Curtis Avatar
April 7, 2014 at 5:04 AM
Thank you Gina especially for those smiles, that reminds me, I wrote a poem about those.
Bedave Avatar
April 6, 2014 at 7:50 PM
war is horrible i wish there was never war but that is the cost of men lives to protect us...I respect all the the soldiers of our country
Curtis Avatar
April 6, 2014 at 8:06 PM
Thanks for your comment. War is a lose/lose situation I forever feel for those whom lost their sons,daughters, mothers ,fathers, husbands, and wives
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