Blood splattered upon the walls,
Making paintings of crimson red
Along and in-between every crack.
The soft murmurs of blind folded hostages,
Whimpers over what they have no idea what is going on.
Whips cracking
And screams echo in the passage ways.
Men and women sobbing,
Children howling,
As the Captors beat their captured.
Being captured by the enemy,
Was worse than anyone could ever imagine.
Blood filled the caverns,
And bacteria set into the wounds.
All hope lost,
All gave up.
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Short Poems
PoetryWritten: October 23, 2017 By: Jessica Thompson Short poems put together through time December 19, 2016 to current days. So please enjoy, they are my thoughts, and feelings, and everything.
