Sometimes in the Sadness
In fear
Reaching into the unknown abyss
Attempting to find location
Empty handed
Blind to the reasons
Crawling upon the ground
Pulling the weight of your body
With digging fingernails into the splintering floor
Scratching the dirt
The sound of chalk on board
Burning decaying eyes
Guilty pleasure standing tall
Expensive expanse
These battles and quiet hymns
Raging fires scorching
Dying screams unheard
Sunken heart of despair
War is on
© 2016 David Greg Harth
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