The Great War

I lost a great deal

in that war,

we all did,

friends and

neighbors,

family,

possessions,

wealth,

everything,

yet we lived,

I sometimes wonder

who the lucky

ones were;

those who perished or

those who survived;

like most wars,

no one could say

how it began,

it had no beginning

no end,

it simply came and

went,

like measles

or the flu,

when it was over

those who were left

simply picked up the pieces

and started over;

there was very little choice;

they said it was the war

to end all wars,

just like all the wars

before it,

no one really cared one

way or the other,

the time for caring

had long since come

and gone,

now there was simply

living or dying,

breathing or not breathing,

seeing or not seeing,

surviving or perishing;

a world of our own creation,

a nightmare of our own doing.

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