Where laughter once echoed, now hangs only life.
Mothers weep, clutching faded photographs,
Of sons lost to trenches, to battles and traps.
Sweethearts wait, yearning for a touch, a glance,
But silence screams loud, a cruel, empty dance.
Barbed wire entangles, a mechanical snare,
Where hope slowly dwindles, replaced by despair.
Shells shriek and tear, leaving craters of pain,
In a landscape of corpses, etched with the war's rain.
#World War
dawn fulcrum
shut crane
Bro pinged me twice gotta read it for sure!
dawn fulcrum
These lines💔
shut crane
My man... stop writing on my heart.
Never read a better piece on this topic bro.
Nah man... You earned it.
stray jungle
My favourite lines were “Barbed wire entangles, a mechanical snare”- I think the way you crafted that was so clever. I like the classic style of rhyming present, with compelling rhythm. It’s a good piece 🩷
bold sleet
deyumm
the first line "fields of emerald now stained crimson red" perfectly portrayed the situation
stray jungle
The summation of scene is wholesome
Delighted to read
high tartan
This was very well written
