Guardian of the deep,
scattered remains strewn
haphazardly; war zones
of carnage a repetitive
cemetry of lost souls.
Distorted echoes of
mayhem surround
eerie cries of help
unbound, soul wailing
’tis a harrowing sound.
onlooker, observer
a neutral sense of
all is not as seems.
Dogged determination of
words, actions gifts of
healing there be for
a cemetry of untold
souls weeping there be.
©️PSA 30/5/21.

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