My blood is no longer with me,
My heart has poured out the rest,
Open wounds, throbbing out of my chest.
The end is yet to be seen,
Bullets shooting past, wiping my sight clean,
This is a war, this is a storm,
Keeping my sanity warm,
On the outside lies two wings,
Ready to sprout as my conscience sings,
“Fight, fight, you know you can,”

Families gather, kneeling on the ground,
Praying for peace and mercy,
As the Devil laughs, angels bound.
The leftovers of men,
The burnt planes, sitting in the den,
My soul rises as I reach out,
Giving my hand to heaven, pulling me about.

Competition Runner Up. No prize I’m afraid. But well done!