Pain breathed like an outcast
The air stood still
as mourners of the night
gathered round invisible tables
Running free in their minds
trapped behind the bars of the world
Blood ran through the winding lanes
caught off guard
slipped through the open cloud
flooded their souls
escaped across the frontline
and into the hands of the enemies
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryPoems that I've written when I was bored or had nothing else to do and maybe some other stuff too [CW/TW - if you think any should be added please message or comment and i will add them]
