Battle Wounds

The soldier makes his way / along the trail
His battle is for survival / of his colony and queen

Starvation is the enemy / until the foe
Unleashes their chemical weapons / and he is lost
The trail is gone to him / and he is alone

To be cut off / from his kind
Is the deepest wound / not to be of service
As his colony is being attacked / and destroyed

/ / /

This poem was written to the “Battle (blank)” prompt all the way back on the Day 9 challenge in April at Poetic Asides. This poem was also inspired by the Day Nine prompt at NaPoWriMo.

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