Left Behind

Eyes crying pain filled blood tears,
Left behind,
the life built through war filled years;
the field of rice plowed with pain,
Left behind,
lost to the touch of the flame,
like shed, barn, and humble home,
Left behind,
all is lost but lives alone,
battered bruised bodies now leave,
Left behind,
fleeing gives no time to grieve.
Years of fears.

Feb 21 Gloom 99

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