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.