when the battle is over
and all that is left
is the dust from the artillery
now quiet
and burying those who have been lost
when the battle is over
and they say a prayer
over the grave of the one you loved
when the battle is over
and you’ve lost the fight
to keep the one accused
alive
when it’s all over
and you find yourself numb
and surprised that you are still here
what will you do with your next breath
the one you were sure would never come
when the worst happened
and still it comes
and asks you,
what now?
1 thought on “your next breath”