battlefield (poem)

As I crumble in the dust, I turn into a battlefield,
Silent echoes of surrender carved into the soil.
Diamonds and silver are lining the roads,
Cold, unyielding, shining like promises never kept.

Crimson rose petals whisper their lies,
Soft against the wreckage, deceit laced in velvet.
Footsteps fade where shadows bled,
Where love once stood but never stayed.

Two days of silence weigh heavier than war,
A ghost in my throat, a wound that does not close.
The wind hums his absence, weaving him in,
Tangled in wreckage, unnamed but known.

I was whole once, before the storm,
Before I learned that beauty too can wound.
Now I scatter in the breath of the earth,
A whisper of war, a sigh of surrender.