Conflict
Silence invadesThe battlefield of our home
Quiet aftermath
Of forced destruction
The stench of slander
Hanging heavy in the air.
Stinging blows
Of angry words
Delivered by one
More brutal than I
Leaves my prostrate form
Uncaring to rise.
Conflict
Silence invades02-12-2010
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.