14/09/2009

Our War.

Sincerity slain upon the last sunrise
captured, images of night
brutalised beyond sanity,
cradled to death
love torn.

Reason smothered by dust’s scent
begging forgiveness,
needling paradise, sobbing
widows entrenched
despair.

Slivers of cold slice the blood
congealed, madness
holding tight, petrified
the silent scream carved
in stone.

Heavy hearts hang from decades
decayed, splintered tears
seared, the moonlit shame
torched at dawn, this is
our war.

© 2009 Michaela James.
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