Once I heard an old man cry like a hawk in the morning sky
,"why do all good things come to an end?"
Never was I able to answer that question, that haunts me still.
Like a white rose petal,bloodied with the cruelty of mankind.
War.
Never ending pain for genereations to come.
War.
flip it backwards and it spelled raw,like raw meat something vile amd un-edible.
But how can I blame those who don't know better?
How can I blame those who have the right to suffer?
How can I blame those who fight to protects us even?
Can I blame anybody?
Never I have I felt so blind to an ever cryptic mind.
Theres a saying "light does not always bring good as darkness does not always bring bad".
Does that mean in the end war has something good to show or is this just some old saying?
War.
Always causing destruction of all life.
Unhappiness and lonliness for those who can't strive.
A thread long of emotion all saying there is no devotion
in
War.
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My Poems, My Life, My Chaos...
PoetryThese are just poems that I've written since the age of thirteen, =) Most of are freeverse or song poems, and some I may have forced to rhyme. * smiles sheepishly*
