Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
One morning after interrogations and permitted rest, a training day warning: Objects look bigger than they appear. Gunshot was fired again. Along with flair and sentiments in fancy frames. She was told to stand-up again and He was told to run for his life as far as he can. He was shot dead after a few feet. She was let go only to allow trackers to find the others. Facing seducing blades and machines in lines of neon relief, we bury in a hurry forsaken selves. She shakes cold under someone's embrace, wonders about how staying together may also be just another lie. Sharpening blades tonight, Oberon and the Moon covers a skeleton. By sunrise, the towers are unmanned, chasing and hide-and-seeks. A survival meeting that never existed. A radio singing while someone works and eats.
0
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 10:26 AM UTC
RAID
One morning after interrogations and permitted rest, a training day warning: Objects look bigger than they appear. Gunshot was fired again. Along with flair and sentiments in fancy frames. She was told to stand-up again and He was told to run for his life as far as he can. He was shot dead after a few feet. She was let go only to allow trackers to find the others. Facing seducing blades and machines in lines of neon relief, we bury in a hurry forsaken selves. She shakes cold under someone's embrace, wonders about how staying together may also be just another lie. Sharpening blades tonight, Oberon and the Moon covers a skeleton. By sunrise, the towers are unmanned, chasing and hide-and-seeks. A survival meeting that never existed. A radio singing while someone works and eats.
kryselanson
Written by
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 10:26 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem