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War Gloom
Feb 12, 2024
Poem written on a foggy day in Kyiv
Heavy fog lays in gullies and alleys Old Kyiv
War gloom haunts our days, our nights
Always death, Always destruction, Always suffering
Old woman dead in a coffin
Natural death seems alien
Doom, Gloom, can’t be swept away by a broom
Yet we clean away war’s never-ending debris
We ask, When Lord will we again be free?
In this darkness, there is only one Light.
We put on our war masks and walk about
Holding back, not letting the demons out
We sing even though we are caged birds
Try to soothe with ever empty words.
Do we remember what peace feels like?
Comes, will we know again like riding a bike?
Even in war, moments of peace, we anticipate
Soon the fog comes, quickly they dissipate.
