twenty two

A sharp pencil pulled across the surface of white paper

Leaving behind the marks of death

While you look from across the end of the table

But only looking

The damages has already been done

Shades of grey

Shades of black

The face of a martyr drawn with charcoal

You look back at the paper

Died in vain

But yet we look at you

With pity

You died for a good cause

Reviews

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Really nice ending but I just can't get past the thought of those awesome first two lines:
"A sharp pencil pulled across the surface of white paper
Leaving behind the marks of death"