"I will rid the world of evil"
I heard the young boy cry
Standing on the hilltop
Fist raised to the sky
"I must destroy the enemy
And crush the men who came
Those who took my family
And caused me so much pain"
And as he grew I saw him learn
The art of hate and war
And never did I see him cry
Or hide the hurt he bore
Then came the long awaited day
The chance for his revenge
He seized the opportunity
To finally reach the end
The night was dark, the moon obscured
Those inside asleep
With stealth and skill the deed was done
What they sow they reap
He heard a noise and turned his head
His heart grew still with grief
At the door there stood a son
Shocked with unbelief
He saw the eyes turn cold with hate
Then innocence was gone
In that moment his life changed
He knew what he had done
For in the young boy's soul he saw
With perfect empathy
The evil madness turn on him
He was the Enemy
...Forever he would be
The Enemy
© 2014 April Reynolds
Comments
April Reynolds (author) from Arizona on February 09, 2014:
Thank you Jeb! I think forgiveness is divine, and that is the key to healing. This poem is my reaction to a true event. This soldier must now not only learn to forgive those who took so much from him, but now also himself.
Jeb Stuart Bensing from Phoenix, Arizona on February 09, 2014:
Great job April. This poem encourages the mind to wonder if a person could ever grasp their own abilities to not just cope, but heal.
April Reynolds (author) from Arizona on February 09, 2014:
Thank you lifegate, I started this awhile ago, but it was on my mind too much to leave unfinished. I'm glad you enjoyed it, and I appreciate your visit.
William Kovacic from Pleasant Gap, PA on February 09, 2014:
Wow April! Nicely done, and thought provoking. Thanks for sharing this with us.
