Silent Night
Light goes out,
door closes,
the thick silence all that fills the void.
Thoughts besiege me now.
I look to the cot for escape.
But alas, I am betrayed.
War begins,
world burns,
each soldier brought down before they're time.
It proves not who's right.
The slaughter only proves who is left.
The one winner, turmoil.
Copyright © Caoilte Becker | Year Posted 2012
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