Poems from thepoet353897
The dead of the war stand in gloomA scarlet tinge for the muted roomPeople beaten by tools of warStand together, forgotten in lawAnxiety...
My thoughts rain downUpon my victimThe many months goAll at onceAnd by anguish is looseBut not for longAnd as I open my eyesI breathe...
Count to ten and close my eyesOpen up to see the skiesCry a tear, two or threeShut away the memoriesDiscard the thoughts of anguish and...