Trauma

We stormed the Castle walls
after the eternal siege,

& saw rotting corpses in ugly sleep,
without dignity
but with a peace
denied to those few we found alive.

Their eyes were almost closed
& damp with pitiful terror.

Their mouths made sounds we could hear
but could not understand.

We looked around us for reason, the evidence
of a final stand,
but we found nothing.

Then the walls began growing,
we were surrounded,
helpless,
scared,
abandoned.

& at last we understood.

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