Perpetual War

A shadow with no source burns across horizons, no dawn where smoke curls forgotten languages, lost dust clings to bones of cities, nameless heartbeat between silence and scream the sky shivers, heavy with the weight of iron raindrops of dreams unmade fields of blown glass, nothing grows beneath a bruised, indifferent sun the winds a cacophony of regrets humanity wounded, as coffins rise footsteps disturb the ash of memories faces seeing, hands reaching for nothing forever lost in distant flames when will it end in the hum of machines in the clink of a child’s toy forgotten in the ruins reflection of a soldier's eyes where once were forests reaching to stars, only the hollow echo of thunder remains, moments devour the next the taste of burnt futures sung by broken wings scattered like shrapnel across sky splintered, jagged, eternal a churning burn were the dead never die clouds are stitched with fire blooms like black flowers in the soil of our days roots coiling around the bones of tomorrow’s children. splinters of a distant peace scattered like broken stars across these old wounds smoke dances between shadows of sin, suffering, smoldering rage a flag heavy with too many sorrows threads unraveling, a widow's pain ghosts of what might have been in the distance, the horizon flickers in tomorrows, we will never reach.