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…