(Poetry on war & aftermath)

I will sleep on a bed of ashes, tonight

With the winds gone,

No one hides anymore

The light’s gone, too

Only their sounds remain

Or I’d rather call them echoes

To let them have the goodbyes,

The nods and the smiles

Further down the road,

No one lives anymore

We emptied the vessels,

We burnt the seeds

Flakes fall soft on my flesh, first

Then burn down holes in me

For that last bite

No one fights anymore

The seeds we burnt

To ward off evil

Were far too many

Not enough were left to start new life

So I will sleep on a bed of ashes, tonight

The hopes are gone

The shadows are gone, too

Only lines on the ground remain

(Photo from Nikon D5100 | 18-105mm)

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