Escape

A Poem about War

The silent noise of freedom,
Closes tired eyes.
The eyes that never will see more,
However hard they try.

For overwhelming sadness,
Does not come close at all.
To how the noise of silence,
Upon deaf eyes she falls.

No one wants to visit,
The darkness of that place.
Of dying, fear and violence,
The quiet loss, the waste.

The terror and the running,
From the shadows in the night.
With guns exploding, blinding flash,
People fall from sight,

They never will rise up again.
The crimson rose, it blooms,
On those who now lie far away,
Under many changing moons.

We run and still they follow,
The footsteps, distant now.
We flee from hell in darkness,
Safe, not knowing how.