A Waiting Game
Destruction; Mortality lost in field
Destabilized drive at the hands of your
leading invasions and lack of common
ground. your feet shake at the sound’s trembling tune
of sovereignty. Clocks tick away hearts
battling occupation til death do
us parts. a spilled love tainted with red foot-
prints. Marching youth as drones in the night for
generations to come as doom aWaits-
forced belief. Time lost in the shadows of
another man’s quarrel. Cups overflow
with sight of your forgotten brothers’ might.
drowning in oceans. Finally, you’ll see
you have tied the last knot with destiny.
Deja Reid - I am a current junior at Miami University of Ohio. I am majoring in English Literature as well as Creative Writing. This specific piece of writing is about war and its impact.