Beyond the mist and shadows
The shed of blood has ceased,
And remnants of a sacred war
Leave scornful lives decreased.
The hollow sound of absence
Weighs cold on heavy minds;
The pits of curse dredge deep within
As fear, with guilt, entwines.
For, as these bodies, still with death
Lie silent in the void,
The reasons why become obscure;
As these souls were destroyed.
The things that cannot be undone;
These crimes on fellow man,
Will haunt the ones who weep, as they
Forget how it began.
things that can not be undone. good write. thanks. I request you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem on the senslessness of terrorism and war There is truly loss of reason. Well thought through and constructed 10/10 Thanks for sharing BB : O)