War On Our World
Anxiety and depression for the lack of concern for the consequences of human nature to inflict violence and use up scarce resources.
The sun has hidden away
Behind the safety of the clouds.
Hidden from the tears of sorrow
In this gray atmosphere.
We stand in the field below,
Drowning in deep sorrow,
Swimming in eternal suffering,
Breathing snatched happiness.
Dead flowers all around us
Swaying in arid wind.
Our time is running out.
Will we make it love?
Nightmares hunting my dreams,
Stressing the end.
No peace for the innocent
The raindrops shatter our faces.
Crooked tree branches
Hang over us,
Black with melancholy
Drop around us.
The outsiders
Made our fertile land
There perfect barren paradise
With war on our world.
About the Creator
Iris Storm
I'm on a voyage to explore and unlock my creative potential through art and writing. I like fiction, especially adventure, fantasy, mysticism, existentialism, and psychological thrills.
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