Tomorrow, when the war is over

Beyond this place of darkness.
That covers us like oil.
Beyond my biggest weakness.
Far past the pain and toil.
A light will come on like surprise.
As the weapons start to rust.
And shades of love will cover those eyes.
While the agony fades to dust.

03/11/202107/10/2021 by Mark Ryan Categories: love, peace, warTags: care, change, crime, darkness, dove, eyes, guns, hope, love, pain, peace, poem, Poetry, rhyme, rust, time, tomorrow, war, weapons 2 Comments