• War...

    Into the background of blistering heat
    The wind foretells a storm to come
    The water continues to crush stone to dust
    Colliding emotions are left hollow and numb
    As the storm rages on tensions run high
    And we fall back to a gloomy night
    The flames and colors cease to exist
    Prominently ruining the worlds’ only light
    And then hopes of survival diminish
    Just as the last painful cry pierces the dark
    Anyone left cringes to the deafening sound-
    It will forever leave a horrid mark
    But finally comprehension wins
    As the cries’ echo is finally gone
    They realize the war is inside their head
    And it’s not really night, but intimidating dawn