Fight for the future
i contemplate where the world is attrying to figure out why my body’s cracked,
i’m falling apart as i deeply think
my eyes can’t see through billows of red and pink,
where evil and peace battle over a straw weaved home
that weighs down my head as i dream alone,
shreds of my twisted hair are being strewn apart
to make room for a winner who then will start
to drop oval lives for future hope
as peace swooped down and took control of its home.
This Poems Story
The image was the prompt for this story of Good and Evil fighting (war) over the same home (life) as we as humans struggle to figure out this dilemma.
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