fatal forecast

fatal forecast

Flickering flames fade.
Fallen fighters fade..
Freeing flags fade...

Former friends furiously fight. Forgetting friend for foe. Fiendishly flaunting formidable fists. Forfeiting future friendship for foolish frustrations. Familiarity fluidly faulters for few fear fueld frames...
Flash!
Fight finishes fatally.. Former friend fallen from frustrated friction. Forces fresh fear, for former friends fallen foolishly for frustrated folly fans ferocious flames.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

no one really wins, in war or any other kind of fighting...fists are sore, emotions are sore, hearts are sore as well.
excellently alliterative poem here...people need to be more accepting of each other.
or there will only be cloudy days ahead.
j.

[AbsintheandBlood]

Sad losing friends - I get you in this poem.