Just the Surface, Please
within my solace the beating drums
of human war is sacrificed and then
there is no more 'human-war.' Only
the lingering moaning cries of all
these wounded souls who fought for
naught but still won their remaining
lives...
and feelings are the greatest
casualty but the blood pours out
in vast spreads of crimson roses
that fill the despaired fields
of Spirits who weep too.
Death is cruel but sometimes
Life the crueler!
:: 03-29-2017 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2017
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