I am content
Behind enemy lines, they do not see me
The choking fog
Swirls
Tightening around me
Unable to escape
The bitter air is choking hot, though my breath
Shimmers
White in the night
He comes, I brace myself,
Tense
He runs, unaware I am here
Helpless; Powerless; Inept
He staggers
I am content
By: Kyla Corelli
Remembrance Day poem
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