I awoke to see a mirror,
A mirror to my soul.
I saw my soul, brilliantly lit,
But shrouded in deep darkness,
Darkness, which sought to extinguish my light.
I struggled against the shadow,
Asking desperately why I had to fight,
Had I not only done what was right?
I saw my painful death,
A sacrifice, for the greater good.
Accused of doing the right thing, I cried,
"Then why the shadow? I was promised light!"
But then the mirror showed me,
consequences, of actions I thought noble,
Mothers mourning sons, and fathers mourning daughters.
Tears sprung from my eyes,
And I let them fall,
Letting those few tears,
wash away the darkness of war.
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Songs of Silence
PoetryReading a poem touches something in us. Something far deeper than the loud, fickle mind, which quickly hates or applauds and then forgets. It touches the very soul of our being, that silent part of us, that can truly feel, without judgement or opini...
