A Call To Harm

A poem about war and dreams

Endless eyes drift to sea
Hoping to find a lost memory

What is lost was never truly possessed
But still it stings like acid on the flesh

Now drift until the bleeding sky is calm
For the world does not need a call to harm

I ride the caving crests
Into the auburn sunset
Where lies your dark silhouette

I ride, I drift, and I crash into your wall
That’s filled with man’s lies that caused his fall

Now I am the one who speaks the most lies
But that is the reason I have endless eyes.