After Battle

by Glenn G   Mar 7, 2023

After the battle was over.
One group from each side survived.
Their were no winners,
Only some who lost more than others.
When the battle ended and the smoke had cleared.
You could see the many wounds suffered by all.
After many years, the wounds had healed and the puss became dry.

A surviver from one side reached out to the other side hoping to bring peace.
But the old wounds opened, the fluid started to drain, an infection set in.
The pain was great, amputations were made, but life would never be the same.


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  • 1 year ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    I enjoyed the metaphor. Life is a battle, specifically, the relationships within it. The scars never truly heal, we just get used to wearing them.
    Nice work.

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