Repeated Past
well aware of it
history has proven it
caught in the stream of lies
of moments beneath our eyes
the breath of years gone by
no longer gently sighs
it pummels our senses
it stings our eyes
tipping at the brink
a free fall awaiting the release
chaos at every turn
every corner a fearful burn
a glimmer of hope
the fruitful aftermath
ruinous peace prize
the drums of war beat on
