Poetry Forum

Some people were
Blood spilled
On trodden grass
Piercing metal by their side


Me and people, inside
stories matched, misplaced
a ringing, unheard
Sirens arrive
Question time

Trodden grass, again
examined minds
walls of echoed anticipation
frenzy

locked up?
fear
a glimpse of
seeing sunfilled joy - there

risen again
where?
in a place of memories
where the joy filled place is here

I wrote this one about a dream i had,