Category: poetry

  • The Black Dogs of War

    What do you hear as you lay in your bed?The sounds of your childhood?Or darkness instead?A life filled with happiness, sorrow or joy?A blast from the distance,Once more you deploy.The arid dead sandcloys the breath that you need.The stifling heathampers strength that you’ll bleed.The weight of the worldhangs upon those young arms.All semblance of peacedisappears… →