Zinnians

by KellBell

this is my first poem, like ever, i wrote it durning this drug talk we had at skool. kind of depressed now . . .

Zinnians

By: Boo

The pain of war intensly eats away at the soul.

No one can stop it

it affects the human.

One can no longer hear the sweet song of birds.

The only colors seen are black,

white,

and shades of gray.

You can't feel love

only hatred.

But you can smell.

Smell the blood

after killing.

So while you can still smell the freshness of the Earth,

Lay down in the dew damped grass,

And smell the zinnians.

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how did you like it? by the way i know some of you out there have never heard of zinnians, they are rare presious and tropical flowers usually found in the rainforests of South America and Africa. oh please be nice! this is my first poem! email me!