Silence of War

The Sun’s light dapples through broken bark,

Its golden proclamations settling upon the dark.

The Earth’s vibrations tickle no toes;

thorns of a rose

Capture beauty with its claws,

and hold it up with bloodied paws,

But silent is the singing lark.

 

Mountain peaks reach for the sky above,

Crying with howling voices their jagged, ancient love

Misty wisps dance ballads upon their tips,

with cracked lips

Gasping for breath that once clouded the air, swirling in a passionate affair-

But gone are the voices spoken of.

 

The chasms and caves no longer echo

Back the frantic popping of fear’s bello.

Silence coats the rocky, dusty walls,

mixing with snow falls

That continue to drift through the atmosphere,

despite Winter’s clear.

But the season’s torches no longer glow.

 

Grass of a tainted, enraptured variety,

Stands stagnant in the face of horror’s deity.

The rushing wind of yester-day’s sorrows,

cannot budge tomorrows

Of wilted flowers, that have lost all delight

for the numbness of light.

But tomorrow will come just as quickly.

 

Distant whispers arise upon deaf ears;

Dirt shuffles, and dense silence clears.

A young girl trembles, stumbles, falls

face first into tragedies halls.

Hollow eyes stare into her fragile soul,

warning of war’s perilous toll.

But she stands, breathes, looks on, and parts the earth with her tears.

 

This poem is about: 
My country

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