Tiffany Scicluna Dec 2016

A heart lost,
Battles half won,
Injured souls,
Lifeless bodies
Pilling up...
Blood shed,
Watery eyes,
Till all that's left, is
Sobbig for the dead

Ottar Dec 2014

cloud bursts in the sky,

raindrops falling from many eyes,

one for one, for all
one four one, fall


voices break and tremble,

though the Earth

might shake and rumble,

as the ground is incised,
again and again, again and again...

and raised caskets to the fill the skies,

enough to black out the sun,

but not of those children, or of their memories.

First version was much longer, had much anger, and may find print another day time or place. Say the title real fast ..innocents

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