Breathe in the cold air that has suffocated the minds of countless others before;
You hold onto the smallest glimpse of sanity; searching for a sign. With each lonely second your heart freezes a little more.
In an excruciating moment of knowing, your own agony rips you open and scars you to your core,
The world calling for an encore; Whilst your soul screams out in deplore. You are lost in translation and no longer know what you stand for.
The bullets, the missiles, the landmines - you own infinite weapons and have targets galore. It is here, in the chaos of the madness you realise, you are the war.
About the Creator
Jollyoddbod Poetry
Here I am, and here I'll stay;
Like the moon in the darkness that refuses to fade.
Clouds will cover, but cannot take from my reign;
Mark this as the moment that they realise, as they scoff with distain.
They fell asleep, I cannot be blamed.
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Comments (2)
This was so deep and powerful! Fantastic
"You are lost in translation and no longer know what you stand for." This line resonated so deeply with me. This was a very beautifully written piece!