A to Z Challenge – H is for Herbert

“If we don’t end war, war will end us.”

H. G. Wells

Herbert George Wells was a great writer who was better known as just H. G. Wells. He is probably best known for works such as The War of the World, The Time Machine and The Invisible Man, but he wrote many more. I chose this quote due to the current state of the world. It feels like we are edging closer and closer to something truly terrible. For the people of Ukraine that time is now. We must end it, some way, some how.

Past letters…


Love One Another

What is wrong with the world?

Have we forgotten how to care?

Is love so scarce we only feel hate?

Every day we drift further apart.

We are destined to have another world war

unless we stop and embrace our differences.

We are all part of the human race,

And we must love one another as such.


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – scarce

Right and Wrong

I am often at war with myself

Struggling between happy and sad

But now I am caught in a new battle

Between right and wrong

Is it wrong to want to be loved

Is it right to say I am lonely

Is it wrong to think of him

Is it right to think we are over

Is it wrong to hope for the future

Is it right to regret the past

So many questions with no answers

I sit and struggle with life and love

As the war rages on inside my heart and head

All I know is I never stopped loving him

And I feel like I don’t belong here anymore


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – war

Fireworks Flashback

Last year a friend posted about how some of our soldiers have a hard time around the holidays with fireworks causing PTSD trauma.  Please be mindful of vets in your neighborhood when deciding to use fireworks over the summer.

As the fireworks explode

Across the night time sky

He hears the bombs detonate

Once again inside his mind

Every year he dreads the holidays

And the memories they bring

The sounds and smell of gunpowder

Scarred him when he was just nineteen

And every fuse that is ignited

Brings more flashbacks to his mind

He is haunted by the sounds of war

Brought to life with just a bang



Our World

In a perfect world

Sleep would cure the tired

A bandage would repair a wound

Peace would bloom from conflict

And medicine heal the diseased


But homeless fear the night and do not sleep

Innocent victims see wounds of anger grow infected

Wars come from men of conflict to the masses

And disease still ravages the purest of souls

In this imperfect world of ours