Poetry: The War

It was raging,

It was reckless,

As anger burned in flames,

Destruction crashing down.

Filling the silent street

with the sound of marching feet,

Filling it with battle cries,

and screams and shouts,

Obliterating everyone,

And everything in it's path.

 

Changing bright blue skies etched

with pure white clouds,

Changing them to the colour of gunpowder

as day sinks into night,

The streets speckles with a cruel red,

The land sheeted in darkness that it obeyed.

 

Burning memories of the past,

Burning memories of the future,

Making them into one's of love loss,

Of fat tears and families ripped apart.

 

Destroying life as we know it today,

Destroying the future we had tried to lay,

It's surreal how alive one thing can be,

Moving in time and rhythm although

it's not a melody.

 

This.

Filling the streets with blood and tears,

Changing the way I used to be,

Etching it's way in and burning my memories,

Destroying whom I meant to be.

The war who's ally was no more.

 

Hope you liked it! So sorry I can't write something more uplifting, especially with most of us being back under the pressures of school life.