The Poem - Poem by luna jeffries
The yelling and shouting.
The sound so frustraiting.
The constant bickering.
Going in circles,
The pools of blood on the souls of the victums.
The deafening silence after the shouting.
The burst of violence that follows the sounds of anger.
Frustration of the ones who shout.
And the pools of blood on the souls of the victumized.
The deafening silence that fills the hearts and ears of those who shout.
The only sound is of rolling thunder and rain that falls on heavy and death, Filled nights.
The only sound that the hurt and the hurting can hear, the sadness of those Who have victimized the victums.
Its like a web,
It never stops.
It just links onto another object and twirls around it.
Yet when you get to the center all you find is a dead end.
You know then and there
That there isnt any turning back,
No taking back the words you shouted,
Or the tears that fell.
There is no way to bring back the lost or dead.
There is no end to war or violence.
So let it be a spider web.
let it link to a new life.
Let it start again.
But dont look back ever again.
You will just get hurt all over again.
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