A river flowing crimson
A sky bruised purple
The people's once bright colors
Has now turned into darkness
Everyone remembered the bullets
Piercing through the air
Sharp as a knife
The scream and silence as it finds its mark
A lover clutching a cold body
A mother weeping on a tiny grave
A brother sitting glassy eyed
As destruction had rained
Concrete and blood
Red on grey
Your regards to hell
Where were you when we needed help?
Yet we go on
Survivors of a war
We have become stronger
But heart have turned to stone
A city once bright
Now splattered with blood
Where laughter had once rained
Silence now lies
A land once of color
Now all there is is crimson
A city to be remembered
Has now been forgotten
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Midnight Words
Poetry//All I ever learned from love, is what pain is.// Highest rank: #40 in poetry Cover credit all go to @untamedchaos-. She's awesome, go check her out!
