With tears of blood in her eyes <br />she stood before the broken door. <br />Nothing more had remained <br />of the ongoing war. <br /> <br />No one cared, no one knew <br />she was alone and sore. <br />No one near, no one feared <br />all the pain alone she bore. <br /> <br />Slowly she turned fron the remains <br />facing battle a second time. <br />now her reason to live was gone. <br />this was her last sign. <br /> <br />As she stood amidst the field <br />with wounds as black as ice. <br />She had no where to turn <br />for satan rolled her dice. <br /> <br />All around her they had fallen <br />and in the dirt they lay <br />Souls of death and souls of war <br />waiting for the judgement day. <br /> <br />No mercy she gave from that day <br />Nor tear fell from her eye. <br />Her life has veen nothing worth <br />built on nothing but lies<br /><br />Michelle Versfeld<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-unending-war/
