A raging river,
set.
Drowning all
around it.
A taut string,
pulled further.
Pling.
It snaps.
A still pond.
Stone
drops in.
Ripples spread;
Chaos.
A leaf in a torrent.
Sucked in
by
the vortex.
Pebble in the river.
Reluctant.
Forced along.
War, pride.
I'm right.
Still, sorrow stems
And people die.
Maybe I'm saying something, maybe I'm not. But this I will say: Being stuck in between warring factions is not fun. (*>.<*)
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