Silence, a chess board of white crosses.
Disgusted by how many dead bodies lay beneath their toes.
Dirt, blanketing itself over wooden cages, containing rotting souls.
The remains, a frozen painting of a face upon them. Shell shocked, apprehensive over everthing. The children, “ Where’s dad”, the mother “He’s gone to a better place”.
Her sweet face struggling not to collapse of emotion.
Her daughter’s eyes gazing into hers, the’re like a galaxy of stars.
Gently stroking her head, a tear is ripped from her eye.
Silence, A painting of depression is left to reflect on.
this is very good
ReplyDeletegood structer with the two places
good job
-jack
This is an amazing poem Sophie,
ReplyDeleteI love your opening line 'chess board of white crosses' it's really powerful!!
Your title made me want to read it because it is effective and could be interpreted in many ways!!
Good job!
~Bex