Poetry For The Damned
Of the solemn silence that gripped the barrel
Have you not stared down
At the crimson melting into the streets
Have you not heard
The agony of his scream
Have you not felt
The black abyss of utter loss
Have you not made it so?
It is you, the damned.
You, who pulls the trigger and asks for art.
And you, who will be denied it so!
On war and art, and their contradictory natures.
Nice concept.. love it
Thank youu
Nice
This poem truly speaks to me because I am a veteran.
Thank you for writing about such an important subject.
Also, it's so nice to see you posting on here again! :)
Wow!
a concept and comparison that very few see, and even a fewer write about. Love it
Very nice @aymen.mazhar. I love your choice of words and how each word speaks on its own.