All is fair in love and war,
But there will always be collateral damage.
When the fight is over,
You are either dead or you keep moving.
But what becomes of
the children in the gutters?
The eyes peeking out
from cracks in the walls?
when no one is left to sweep
the streets
of the blood and rubble
YOU ARE READING
We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
