Wars Door Poem by Stephen S. Yeandle
Wars Door
In a
cold heart night
we leave
bridges in cinders
behind
as we fall
through the mirror
to a darker side
No smiling
morning light to face
intrinsic heaven
lost
as we plummet
through vortex door
nourished by fear
clutching death like a friend
pyromania
in our mind
we move through the streets of war
never to be the same
again...
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