Amid The Ruins

by Darclyfe   Aug 15, 2014


The dark cold stones of others who died.
Amid the ruins she cried.

Blood goes cold.
Her eyes grow old.

She is bold.
If she had it seized it.

Her life would slowly mold.
Amid The Ruins

The man ran with the girl.
The inner death to unfurl.

The heat leaves our lungs only for a minute?
Just to show we're already in it.

Amid the ruins the gunshots rang.
Amid The Ruins the angels sang.

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  • 11 years ago

    by gumshuda

    Its a beautiful poem.I loved the ending

    Amid the ruins the gunshots rang.
    Amid The Ruins the angels sang.

    Keep writing.

    • 11 years ago

      by Darclyfe

      Thank you Purvi Gadia. If you would like I have 53 other poems for anyone to read if you're interested.

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