7 Years
It's been 7 years
Seven years of hurting
Seven years of bleeding
Seven years of losing
On and on
And then repeat
A ravaged indestructible war that knocked on every door and passed by every street
Turned every nook and cranny
Leaving a mark, a scar on each beautiful soul
Sometimes too deep to heal
It broke us apart, scattered and divided
No more do I return every summer
No more can I walk in her streets without worry
No more can I be proud of my country
She is unrecognizable, her cities torn and her rivers stained red
War has become her normality
She sleeps to the sounds of bombs dropping on her cities and wakes to less life every day
Electricity,water, food
All basic necessities yet very scarce
Each city, village, town is different
Some areas destroyed so perfectly that it can only be described as a nightmare;
a living breathing nightmare
And other areas untouched yet tortured
She is a mess, a big fat mess
And no words said nor heard can truly describe what she has been through
*Is still going through
Nerves have been left on edge for too long they have ceased to exist
"Soon" her children whisper
"Soon it will end"
That is all they can say to keep themselves from perishing