Posted October 5th, 2018 by Twilight
in Rhode Island
October 5th, 2018
I'm listening to sad piano music, in a bad mood, and was inspired to write this.
I stepped on top of the rock. Surveyed everything. Soldiers from both sides of the war lay on the ground for miles. Everyone and everything was dead. I fell to my knees, my gun slipping out of my hand. The war… was finally over. As the sun rose, a single monarch butterfly floated up from the wreckage. I wiped a tear from my eye. How is there beauty in every terrible situation? How does this small being have the will to fly across entire oceans just to die once it reaches its destination? How does it keep going? I slowly lay down to rest. My eyes closed, and I knew I would never wake up again. I smiled, and I whispered my last words out into the cold crisp morning air.
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