I stand at the crossroad and close my eyes,
The sound of a thousand marching footsteps,
Scurrying off under the night sky,
Sidestepping a lone figure standing tense.
The bright billboards overpower the dark night,
As it drowns into a maddening frenzy,
And bring the honking cars and passing crowd into limelight.
While the People passing by me, whisper, "is he crazy?"
But beneath the ruckus of the lively crossroad,
I hear the whirring of a motor,
A distant siren encroaching upon the clueless crowd
Black hawks whizzing across the sky at full throttle.
As I come to a terrifying realization,
A smirk spreads across my pale face,
welcoming tonight's orchestrated liberation,
And Expecting the mistress of death's final embrace.
And in the blink of an eye,
A million bombs light up the sky
And a million more silence the night.
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'welcoming tonight's orchestrated liberation,
And Expecting
the mistress of death's final embrace.
And in the blink of an eye,
A million bombs light up the sky'..
this is really well written
and works on a lot of levels,
as a wake-up call of realism
to the horror of endless dread,
those in conflict zones are immersed in;
but also
it works as a metaphor
for the war zone, that is our mind
sometimes...
thanks for sharing, dear poet
wonderful use of imagery
Thanks a lot for sharing your valuable opinion, appreciate it!
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