I know my previous few poems were really bland and sort'a sucked. But I think this one is coming along. I need a name and I want to know if you guys and gals want me to continue the poem?
Outreached arms, with
Screams of terror.
Fathers. PainSuffering, and
kids and supplies away.
Their houses, burning in the midnight.
Gunshots ringing through stale air.
Peace disturbed by those
Soldiers guarding their hostages at gunpoint,
Tears running down their
around the hamlet,
Doleful; Melancholy; Depressed.
blood red sheets,
severed lives, and dirty feet.
An unfinished story,
of a little villa, ripped
apart by the devil's clutches.
Cut off in mid sentence,
by a serrated blade,
coated in venom.
voraciously from previous chapters,
It's history stalled.
**Edited twice. First two OTHER comments are for the old edits.
[This message has been edited by Ravagence (12-18-2009 07:02 PM).]