Krieg Weiter
Krieg Weiter in German translates as War On
If but one soul could think to find
One reason to look at her...
She is on her bed
Not his bed
He will not take her
Beading those sweaty tears
Upon hemp yarn
Or flax cords
Describing folklore
To warn all
Be scared of your heart’s core;
This life and all its trinkets
For trousers with big pockets
Become forlorn by souls
Wishing to see the more
She is left alone for
Reality can’t take him where
His kite wants to fly
Nay
He feeds on death and lies
That everywhere his eyes
Travel around the universe is beautiful.
She is beautiful
Until she worries.
Until she cries.
He does not want to see that
So he feeds on death and dark
Beheads her endless heart
And his imagination not his own
Implores him to want more
Explore
What you will never know
For you will never know
Her.
She is on her bed alone
Yet not alone
Her heart is indicting a good matter
Her hand becomes a pen
A war hammer
And when she rises
She finds the sky is filled with
Stars, no!
Titles for her Word header
The one she liked the most:
Krieg Weiter
This poem was inspired by: https://www.poeticous.com/vic-a-evora/agonized
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