murmurs and shrapnel xxix

She’s got lines from tears
that poured from eyes
that once she had
but gave up
no longer wanting to see
a world
she regarded
as too harsh.

No doubt
you’re asking yourself
why there is no simple truth
only looming realizations
frustrations
tedious and pointless thoughts
articulated in the light
of raging storms.

Flying low over the skyline
a thunderous boom
a plough reaping
sorrow and rage
a gray pillar of smoke
black birds scrambling
but finding nothing
only politicians noting
security is poor
and will need revamping;
forgetting violence
is a double edged sword.

– matt at shadow of iris

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[Shadow of iris advocates non-violence.]

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2 Responses to murmurs and shrapnel xxix

  1. Ginger Ingenue says:

    Oh, Good!

    That ending is something special.

    Love the ‘black birds scrambling’

    Reminds me of Van Gogh’s stormy wheat fields.

  2. Matt says:

    I’m really glad you liked it!

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