EIGHT LINES IN

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

Avenues
Of bitter stone
Roll like tears
Without a home
A haunted dream
With many steps
A portrait
Of memories kept.

Refugees
Of a past
Walk each road
A bitter quest
Room to room
As rubble lay
In torment of
The final day.

Eight lines in
The poet screams
Can the horror
Be so real ?
Hopes now smoke
In rising plumes
Worship the day
For night it looms.

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  • sorenbarrett

    There is despair and regret in this piece. It calls out to prepare for worse. A haunting poem



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