demoralised.
By Kathleen C
As I sit here alone with piled up letters.
thoughts pick at me like crows at stale bread.
they are all i’ve got now.
I make a wish
While they whisper daunting secrets
‘Another death notice’ I read.
When will we be free of fighting?
My mind is preoccupied,
Weapons are taking over.
Another citizen dead for moronic reasons.
I wonder how many more.
The loss consumes me.
Like a heavy weight on my shoulders
It swallows my mind, and then devours my body.
Leaving nothing left.
I sit here alone, and wonder how many more.
