sandalwood92

He sits motionless, hunched, head in hands, His ears ringing, but hearing no sound. His eyes lifeless, not even a flinch, He won’t move from this spot, not even an inch. Seconds before he was protecting his friend, From the shower of bullets, that would never end. The sound of war thundered and roared , Ended with his friend dead on the floor. He remains still, with barely a breath, Just focussed, on the spot of untimely death. A river of red cuts through the Earth, Scaring its surface as the blood floods. “MAN DOWN!” is the cry that can be heard, No one ever noticing the little bird. “Will he make it?” the fr

Families, friends and loved ones form the stars that we see, they look down on us and protect us from evil. At night, I sit looking at them appear in their millions and contemplate when I will eventually take my stand in their correlation, to protect the ones I love. I listen to the crashing waves of the sea, and wonder how many ears have heard the same sound, how many have fallen in love with it. I imagine the waves to wash away all that is poison, all that is pain.  If only this were true. In the morning I wake to the blinding beams of the sun and the captivating melody of the cheery blackbird, and realise that the world will carry on r