shattered windows sounds of drums
this is what we have become
i see the death and try to run
all the while my brain is numb
and not just that so is my heart
from seeing body's torn apart
and all for what i cannot say
but still i wish to run away
and still i wish to see the day
... i will never see the day
when all the pain of yesterday
no longer plays inside my mind
and i can leave it all behind
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Mr,apocalapse (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
A poignant write that war has effects long after the killing has stopped, for some the nightmares go on, nicely expressed and written
thanks
You are very welcome
ditto
what does that mean lol
Ditto - I get it and agree 100%.
...been there
A heavy metaphor of drums beating past memories. That throbbing that will not go away. A headache of a vascular throb like a drumbeat. Very nicely done
Reality at its rawness... Painfully true... this is what's going on around us 😭
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