The fallen cry out with pain.
They suffer the infinite toture of defeat.
Their hands reach out to the heavens.
Hoping to grasp the ungraspable.
They struggle to re-write the past,
only to be trampled on by the future.
They cry out "Save us!"
we ask them "Was it not you youreself
who put you in
this pit of despair."
With their salvation
impossible and their end near.
They cry and mourn
for bestfriends and family passed on.
Now their crys go unheard.
Their pain unknown.
The fallen become forgotten.
They who once were human
now a worthless nothing.
The fallen cry out to be heard.
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scarredheart102's poetry
i write poetry so i will make this a poetry journal
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