Lifeless, by Kingfisher12

            Lifeless

Lying there,
In the thick, sad rubble.
Breathless.

Flames flicker
As the cannons fire.
Sadness.

The distant sound of screaming.
Darkness.

Dirt and blood drowning his soul.
Forgiveness?

Never to meet his unborn child,
Anger.

The sun is struggling to creep out through the clouds.
Hope?

When rivals meet,
Death envelops us more each day.

Lifeless.

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1 Response to Lifeless, by Kingfisher12

  1. KW says:

    I love the way you have used single words to try to emphasise the emotions here as well as using some thoughtful vocabulary.

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