Looking

Still I look behind me to see their familiar shadows

The broken eagle tied down and shot by the hunters.

the bird who once soared in front of the wave.

the wave that crashed down on the villages

the villages built by the hunters who brought their wives.

the wives that huddled together, dreaming one dream.

the dream that would save us all.

 

 

 

the dream that was destroyed by 

the hunters in the village destroyed by 

the wave that could not capture 

the bird that was shot down.

Still I look behind me to see their familiar shadows.

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

This reminds me of a certain kind of warfare. Not exactly in a good way, but intimately, you touch on a very real emotion here.

[Free_Bird]

It touches the heart💔💔💔

[Boxcat]

Thank you. Honestly this was kind of random, but I was just experimenting