Invasion

Invasion

 

Darkness, terror

    footsteps silently creeping

    eyes shut tight

    barely breathing, praying

    cold hands lifting, carrying

    Blankets piled high

    invasion, pain, silent tears

    soft sounds, quiet rustling

Darkness, hopelessness

    cold hands lifting, carrying

    footsteps silently creeping

    Blankets pulled high

    eyes shut tight, barely breathing

    footsteps receding

Darkness, silent tears

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