Original poetry: "Snuggled up", by bonzopoe

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Snuggled up

He woke up among the bodies
war torn,
among the remains of who he was
and who he wanted to be.

There was almost nothing left,
only loose fragments
that he barely recognized.
Just unconnected parts of what he was.

He rearmed with what he found at hand,
and Frankenstein of himself
he plunged back into combat.

Snuggled up in a corner,
the implacable present beat strongly,
perpetual witness of the battle.


©bonzopoe, 2022.


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