War & Violence
The sunrises but it cannot be seen
the grey in the sky
and the smoke in the air
She knows its time to say goodbye
she holds his hand tightly
he shakes to let her go
she relases his hand
begging him not to go
he grabs her tight
he kisses her head
her nose
her lips
he grabs his packs
slips out the door
as her sorow grows
saying goodbye
forever
This poem is about:
Our world
