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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.
Copyright ©
Poet Tellaferro
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