Broken glass

Empty rooms

Nothing left but open

wounds.

 

Fleeting colors

Hazy dreams

Cannot know what anything

means.

 

Blaring sirens

Slamming door

Never once asking for

more.

 

 

Pulling tight

Can't let go

Some things they'll never

know.

 

Silent tears

Burning throat

Holding on to what's left of

hope.

 

 

Murmured prayers

Calming Storms

A feeling of wanting

more.

 

 

New sunrise

Embracing arms

Now all that's left are battle

scars.