The ground is stained as a reminder
Of the battle that took place here
Rain has washed away the memories
But not drowned away the fear
Guns were fired, lives were lost
Hearts were broken on this land
No life dares ever grow here
As token to those who still stand
The moon never shines it light
On this dreary barren ground
The skies are always cloudy grey
To keep the sadness hanging around
The graves are built to weather the storm
But lonely, no flowers make their beds
With nobody to remember this
There’s no one here to rest their heads
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Ramblings
PoesíaA collection of poems that I've written when I was bored during class, waiting for something, had nothing better to do, out of my element, or simply struck by inspiration.
