The War that Wages ForthA Poem by Anthony C.Sometimes, our biggest enemy is ourselfA bloody conflict wages forth on a battleground that long ago was filled with a radiance of beauty from the nature that would grow. Seeds were planted long before and a young boy who cared very much tended to their every need and they grew from just his touch. Soon the empty place had changed and towering trees covered the sky allowing just enough sunlight for the vibrant flowers to thrive. This place had become one of wonder and shined down upon the beauty of seclusion but the boy grew up and realized that this beauty was merely a delusion. His touch had faded away and darkness had begun its reign as the nature regressed from its beauty and instead was replaced with pain Now bullets scathe every tree and roots are ripped from the ground and the once quiet, relaxing scenery became overcome with treacherous sounds. Boots are imprinted everywhere and flowers shrivel and die while rotting trees look weary in the thunderstorm-ruled sky. The boy sits in the middle as the war wages on a depression overwhelms him but his hope is already gone. The boy pleads to be relieved from the horrors of his head but he pleads to no avail and is filled inside with dread. An erosion chips away at the boy’s soul, which was once innocent and pure, but now looks trampled on and beaten from the deadly effects of war. Heart and head meet in battle" friendly companions turned deadly foes" and as conflict mounts between them, the damages begin to show. Once alone against the world, he now is alone against despair, and from this single thought his heart begins to tear. © 2014 Anthony C.Author's Note
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StatsAuthorAnthony C.LancashireAboutI was just hacked somehow so please disregard anything done from this account for the past few months more..Writing
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