The moon illuminated the scenery of crisis
Leaving my hands on my sweating face, as my eyes fade in hypnosis.
I see life at a glance,
Sweet and bitter
Lost in a trance
Of flowers with butter
Awoken to the real world by rifles, bombs, commotion, sounds and drones
The strikes of soldiers, the screams of newborns
Many torn apart by anger at dawning
Streets full of blood, wails and yawning
Buried deep, choked in silence
I took to my eels, pacing the pavement blindly in turbulence.
My gun on me, bullets for safety
Still life reads continuously
I hope I see the moonlight again
Not from this cave, but out there, freely drinking champagne
With no nuclear shots but fireworks in Ukraine again
- Author: RICHIE KHARIS ( Offline)
- Published: July 30th, 2023 09:45
- Comment from author about the poem: Freedom again.. One of the best gifts needed No more killing or destroying just living simple.. Even if it means living only for your loved ones
- Category: Sad
- Views: 2
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