The dark clouds lifted
The fog faded
And the children came out from hiding
The battle was over
A single soldier stood alone, wounded but alive.
Birds began to chirp and sing
And so did the children
The battle was over
The war was won.
The clouds cleared and the crystal sky emerged
The battle was already in the past,
Ignored but not forgotten.
The single soldier looked to see the future for the first time.
Glorious, it was.
Peace and no hate,
No depressions' or anger.
Simple tranquillity,
Children,
Grandchildren,
Dreams;
The future was now.
The soldier, always a soldier, but
Traded in the gun for the Barbie
And raised the next generation
Only for the cycle to be repeated.
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2am Poems
PoetryJust started thinking about writing poems so be sure to share ideas and constructive criticism. Not all are written at 2am but you get the idea. I don't know much about poetry but here's me having a go. Sorry for the lack of rhymes. Probably counts...
