You see the sun and it cries for revolution.
The petals mourn the invasion,
while the roots take hold
and new growth blooms
where invading bodies fall.
The radiation never stopped you,
nor bullets or bombs or raging fires.
"I never wanted a war!" you scream.
"I only wanted to be free!"
You see the sun and it begs for independence.
The flowers weep at the battle,
but the war is not lost,
and summer snows
never stopped you before.
You are fearless as you stare down death,
your eyes lock on his and he's the first to blink.
"You keep giving me a war!" you cry.
"I only wanted to be free."
You see the sun and it feels like resurrection.
The flowers bloom where blood was shed,
while they mix with the steel
forging your spine
and the fire in your veins.
You greet death as if he's your reflection,
far too familiar with an icy air of deflection.
"I never wanted a war. Don't you see?
I'll do what it takes to be free."
YOU ARE READING
enigma
Poesiepoems that attempt to provide an insight into the enigma that is my mind as I splinter myself between realities, trying to make sense of the world around me -- I write of all my feelings, all my thoughts. Everything I experience and suffer, everythi...
