Aftermath

Aftermath Disconsolate murmurs of tender scar Which speaks the aftermath of the war A war that cometh from the inner souls Promulgating within like drastic moles. Beleaguered inmost by pride that stings Incessant woe to the eyes that mourns And all the specters left undying Beneath the harnessed tormented lawn. The painful wail clasped the air As silence lingers the atmosphere And in this fecund turf of life Were all the wreckage left by strife. And as this page of chapter comes to end So all the moments which hold a mem’ry Into oblivion let zephyr send To copious land of Canterbury.