The ground is bloody, with the scars of war.
God knows what we’re fighting for.
I can’t breathe, Air’s so thin,
Nothing to stop them closing in.
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A Desperate Solace, Poetry by Ava Oparadike
A long drawn night of mystery
made worse by my drunken search for light
if only it would not all end in misery
but alas it is all for naught.
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