Black smoke rises
covering the sun in the sky,
as burned cars lay flipped over
on the sides of fractured roads
and bodies wrapped in blankets
are carried along blackened bridges.
*
Their spirits will bloom like sunflowers
laying their seeds over the bodies of those
who thought they could trample their souls.
Their wills,
their lives,
their love.
*
They are forced to hide from the very sun
which underneath they used to grow.
Sheltered in basements and metro stations,
huddled together,
in the lingering scent of burning rubber.
Lying atop the dust and grease.
*
But their spirits stand like weeds,
blooming through the cracks of their broken homes
buried underneath empty bombshells.
As tanks bulldoze over their fallen fathers,
fallen mothers,
and fallen children.
*
Fighting back in their name
they will break the rules of nature,
and show just how sunflowers can sprout
in the darkest corners of the night.
As their spirits continue to live,
even after their bodies have died.
About the Creator
A.M
Author and Illustrator
*Divine Timing poetry book now available on Amazon and Bookshop on Bookbaby
A lover of mythology, folk, and fairy tales
IG: @a.martworktime
Website: https://3amartwork.wixsite.com/artworktime
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