What Was The Point?
Author: Angel In Tears


Nothing matters
They lay there with the rest
Grey clay
On their clothes
And on their face.

The hate
Which led to this
Itís not important any more.
Thoughts and ideas have been

Detest, anger
No emotion.
No more.
The wind howls through fields

Silence falls.

We gained nothing
We lost all
Brothers, sons and husbands
All taken by the
Cold war.

------- Author's Notes -------

Little senseless, maybe a little muddled. Does it all come to make sense in the end?


Comments on this poem/writing:

Taylor james ( -- Friday, November 18 2005, 02:06 pm


hey angel, great poem keep writing hun
Mike ( -- Wednesday, November 23 2005, 03:45 pm


Yeah, the end did help put it together. But I think the confusion, the wondering your poem creates before the last stanza adds a great effect to the overall [insert word here] of the poem.. Couldn't think of the word.. xP Great poem.
Angel in Tears ( -- Tuesday, November 29 2005, 09:02 pm


Thank you both for the comments.I'm glad it makes sense to someone,other than me
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