A village unrecognizable in its’ stillness
Shadows where buildings once stood
A child’s haunted eyes peer out of a crate made window
Sitting motionless, searching with melancholy anticipation
Possibilities of peace reduced to rubble
A boy, drifting on a dust filled road, tumbles to his knees
Category: life
Tall Dark Shadow, Poetry by Lashanna Bryant
I see this tall dark shadow on the wall,
From what I can get a glimpse of it,
As the cars come driving by,
Flashing their head lights on the concrete.
I see its tall shape,
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