A silent poem

Reasons to leave

And now, mistakes begin to haunt

The lingering essence of life,

For getting up becomes a daily fight,

And love a distant memory of love.

Listen to the silence that gathers

Your tears hitting the dusty ground,

And hope for a new sound

As our hearts, begin to part ways.

The echoes of war erupt inside,

A struggle between thoughts

Silent sirens drafting the past

And none can dream of beauty.

Hmm, the end starts begging

For leftovers, breadcrumbs of joy

But nobody answers;

The mess hall is empty,

Music still playing,

And poems slowly become

Plain empty words.