War

In the heart of the conflict-ridden terrain,

she stands,

A mother mourning her fallen loved ones,

Her soul battered,

engulfed by grief,

Like a disease devouring its host.

The war continues to rage around her,

She lingers, a haunting presence,

Crying out in agony like a tortured spirit,

Demons dance in the blood of the blameless,

Exhibiting their cruel dominance.

She is plagued by uncertainty of the war's resolution,

Struggling to locate solace in the midst of devastation.

There she remains, helpless and defenseless,

Feeling detached from it all.