06 April 2012

While You Were Gone

6 turned into 9
And peace turned into war
Bombs bloomed like flowers
Spreading petals of
Bunker-busted shrapnel
Across a garden of sand and bone.

I turned to you
At your return.
The wreckage says that
No one won the war
While you were gone.

1 comment:

  1. This could be about world affairs or their own private relationship. Great metaphor!