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The scent of burning flesh you smell,
Is quite familiar to the ones you once knew.
A long and gruesome story it is to tell,
But remember, the bill always comes due.
Scars on the body can be seen,
White, deep and healing still.
Look at them with fresh eyes for what they mean,
And all you'll find is a monster in guile.
Losing hope ages ago,
You've forgotten how to pray.
Even joining your hands don't mean anything to you anymore,
Still you look at the church and stay.
Oh, what the battlefield had done to you,
No emotions you show can express.
Happiness is nothing but a concept and few,
This is what you've been, left as a mess.
It was difficult neither,
Your hands didn't shake.
But true as it was, they didn't move either,
A decision you willingly make.
The empty haunted eyes you have,
Are as dark as the sky at night.
Can't even imagine what they saw as they have,
The scars you no longer hide from our sight.
Is it envy your eyes hold,
When you cross the graveyard.
Or is it silent indifference they hold,
For you have seen more gruesome and hard.
Longing for the sense of belonging,
You keep moving ahead.
Look closer, maybe you'll see what you are holding,
As you have stopped moving instead.
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YOU ARE READING
Pressed between the Pages
Poetry》Poem Compilation《 Words can never justify our feelings and yet we still try to write them down. We use words every day, try to express what we feel and why we do so, and yet, somehow, we always fall short. Try looking through the lines and maybe, y...
