Marching throught the night one by one
Their breath is thick
& the cold mangles their fingers
They will always dream of tomorrow,
Of all the hearts they use to love
Never knowing the end to this madness
They march as if in a trance
Asking for help,
Help out.
Although never to disgrace those proud hearts at home,
Never to say a word,
Things pile up,
Never to escape
As they march.
9 comments:
I love your poem, and the picture went along with it greatly! You did an awesome job! :)
I love your poem, and the picture went along with it greatly! You did an awesome job! :)
I love this poem. The picture you picked also really helps to illistrate your ideas. Wonderful job. :]
Well, I'll just repeat what everyone else said. I love the poem and the picture was great! Nice job. :)
That was a BEAUTIFUL poem, I was looking to see who the author was, because I didn't think someone could right that, but since you did, WOW, good job!
WOW that is really good. I wish that I could write poetry as well as that. Very nice job!!
That was a really good poem. The picture you used fit very well with the poem and it really helped the poem's visual image. You did a very good job.
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