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The Enemy: A Poem

"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.

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