#2

I am a bullet flying through the air, poisoning blood where I land.

I am a shield protecting the innocent - a high and holy trench.

I am a rose blooming in a field of bodies. Trampled and tossed away.

I am a candle burning its way through a dark, rainy night - crying for an end.

I am an ocean of tears, falling for the fallen; a whisper of peace amongst the chaos.

I am a vengeful storm in the trenches, washing away the horrors that were.

I am a child crying for their father who will never come home; I am an absent letter.

I am a river of gas flowing through the trenches.

I am a butterfly, fluttering from flower to flower; a thing of hope, a thing of the past.

I am a bird trapped in a cage of despair, my wings clipped, and beak sown shut to stop truth.