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Fractured Souls

Darkness hides in the light.

By Peter SperingPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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Bloody wounds glisten as the sun rises over a barren backdrop,

a piece of rubble falls lazily from a cracked window ledge,

falling next to a sprawled body of a dreaming child,

he begins to shout and stir, saying "stop! stop!"

Suddenly he springs up and finds himself on the edge,

it's a mountain of rubble, and he's perched on it like a king of the defiled.

His breathing is quick and a tear trickles down his face,

it meets a droplet of sweat and they become one,

sliding off his face and falling into the abyss of ruin, lost forever.

He looks around and hears the silence, he remembers it all.

That seed of death that fell from the sky,

the seed that gave rise to this concrete meadow of murder.

The boy sees what was once his home just metres in front,

a mound of concrete almost concealing the horrid truth,

except for a lifeless arm protruding through, reaching for heaven.

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