It was a peaceful night indeed;
People were murdered
Women were raped
Children starved.
I just close my door to it all and my heart follows.
It was a quiet night indeed;
Mouths of the hungry wailed
Hearts of the lonely lamented
Shrieks of terror echoed through war-torn walls.
I just put on my headphones, washing it all away.
It was a beautiful night indeed;
Poison spewed into the blackened sky
Animals and men laid slain on Mother's chest
A tree falls in the woods for no one to hear
I just stare out the window, lost in my ignorance of dreams.
It was the perfect night indeed;
My heart was abandoned and soulless
A song of death fluttered sweetly into my ears
The car was flipped-I didn't hear the tree
I just lay on the ground, my life escaping from the cuts in my chest.
-EPS
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What I Forgot to Say
PoetryHigh school. Nostalgia. Love. Heartache. Thrill. All are words we know, but maybe the words fail to come and describe how you feel. Let this collection of poems be those words, those feelings. These poems are supposed to make you feel something, no...
