i wrote a purr-em

[onlyplaylucky]

At the end of the war and it’s quiet now

Divided and broken, conquered and cold

Blood and milk spilled all over the ground

The door falls open, we’ll never grow old

The blackness of this barren room

Burns your feet from step to step

As empty and fruitless as my womb

All we fought for here lies dead

And the old folks would say keep moving on

Comments

[mrdudm]

Interesting. What motivated this?

[onlyplaylucky]

had to write an elegy for english. words just came.