Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Framed found poem: Night

It all started on the train
As we were leaving the town, eyes filled with rain
Solider took our possessions 
And left us with lessons 

Dead silence is among us...Fire!
Someone yells... I see fire!
Soft cries are let out
Oblivion is among us now.

Villans forever remembered 
Victims are Grieved but then forgotten
As the fire devours our body

It could never touch our soul.

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