Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2023
driving thoughts pierce the mind
as memories forged from steel
fathers weep over family’s grief
cinders turn as buildings burn
children scream at another’s war
and in the corner a tiny spoon
feeds hope to a hungry mouth
while new ghosts created now rest,
and physically hurt no more.
Our world is only as sad as we make it.
Written by
Ron
98
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems