Slevice

We visited a church, significant for a dreadful event. The last shell fired during world war two demolished the bell tower in this sleepy village. The church was built up, and a plaque placed in memory of the battle. This place spoke to me, mostly because it gave a feeling that it had been lost in time, trapped by that fateful day that changed its future forever.
"I see your walls with their
Cracks, born from a
Lifetime of support.
I see your scars from a
Wound that has never
Truly healed.
I see your lovers with
Dark shadows as
Their blankets.
Isee your beauty,
Marred by the persistence
Of ugly blades.
But most of all,
I see your soul,
Laid bare, clinging
To hope for the sun
Yet lost in a deep eternity."
-Kellie