Mortal Combat (a war poem by Angela Michaels)

MORTAL COMBAT

In the eyes of my remembering,
I see the scene so clear,
the bomb had fallen by our home,
so near, so very near.
The metal scarred the roadside,
the windows were all smashed,
the large white clock upon the wall
had fallen down and crashed
into a thousand pieces,
just like my childhood dreams,
and my childlike sense of sanctuary
became a nightmare filled with screams.
Auntie Annie was summoned
to take me from my home,
and I can see the me who hated
the reality now shown.
It felt so bleak, so comfortless,
so torn, so insecure,
and something died inside of me,
the day I went to war.

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