Can you feel it?
The whispers in the night, of those who fled from the fight and hid from the night.
Their lover's eyes streak with tears; from the pain they felt from across the years.
They were lined up and knocked down;
Their bodies never found.
People knew now that they were not joking around.
Not one body was found.
Pointless blood spilt upon the ground.
You can still hear the screams; their cries of terror.
Lost on this useless endeavor.
What for?
Their bones used to crave a door.
To keep the secrets safe from those who seeked the truth.
Then the days began to fade.
Memories slipped away.
It all then pasted in a haze.
Nobody remembered those who fought;
After justice they sought.
They became the wind in the night.
Lost from the fight.
YOU ARE READING
Talking To The Night
PoetryA story of my life, in little poems. Hope y'all enjoy viewing my life from behind a screen :) (Also I do not own ANY of these photos, if your photo is used it is Beacsue I thought it would fit awesomely :D ) 17/11/18 #90 in shortpoems
