Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2018
Louder
Louder
Louder!
I hear them
Fierce clashing of swords
The constant fighting
The agony, the cries
The men.
Give a moment
For explosions
In the sky
As sprouts of blood
From open wounds
Make their way outward
Seemingly…
Vanishing.

There’s something about
The night
Especially around
10pm
The tranquility
Makes everything seem
Loudest
The war begins…
It draws closer
Louder
Louder
Louder!
You hear them
again…
Regrets
Disappointments
And
Everything that’s caught
In-between.
There’s a war
And
It’s raging on
It’s raging on
The venue?
My head.

Walked to my window
Saw the lights
Of the
Street
Buildings
And said:
“I’ve never raised a sword to ****
yet, here I am, fighting again”
In a moment of peace
My eyes met
A field of grass
Moving so
Effortlessly
In the wind
Without a care in the world
I smiled.
Feeling a
Bit
Jealous.
Yonnick August
Written by
Yonnick August  22/M/BB
(22/M/BB)   
257
   LunaLoon
Please log in to view and add comments on poems