This poem is about the world and how people are treating each other
and the modern war and hatred these days of how love and likes are going away.
The world seems quiet
As I write infugitive silence
watching the arrows fly past my
window
And life suddenly means
A moment too soon
Luckly arrows held in quivers
dont through the ebon
healing broken fists
lushing throats that day
false lies and information
falling moursing behind
and the clouds part away
as down drops down to
clay
vanquishind the horrid though
memories lay to rest
for the crows are crying
pestening gawking
at the empty photoframe
on my windows
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