His voice rang out so loud and clearly,
Over hilltops,
Through the auburn leaves
And rivers of infinity
That armies laid down weapons
And raised their shallow heads
To skies.
His voice for hers.
Words were indistinguishable
As were causes to fight.
Mighty men
Became nothing
But children
But life they possessed.
They raised their scarred arms
And looked at what they had become,
Nothing but enemies to themselves.
-by holly boyd
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Words We Cannot Speak
PoetryPoems; Woe and hope, love and despair Poems mend us, they repair. Broken souls mixed with broken minds, Poems teach us what it is to be alive. They offer thoughts to inspire. They give us hope to aspire, They answer unanswerable questions They offer...
