The Arena

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The bird far off in the distance
A glimmer of hope
The beach in front of me, so desolate
So sparse
A dog barking miles away
Calling for help
The scream of a child in the water
Not an ounce of help ready
The roar of a boat’s motor
Too far away to assist
A pang of hunger in my stomach
Too strong to ignore
The throbbing of my wound
Too serious to be cured
The experience freshly printed in my mind
Too gruesome to erase
The memories of home
Too painful to quell





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