Genocide

By PoppyS

Thu, 02 Nov 2017
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Smaller and smaller
walking away
yellow dress blowing freely
in the wind

You said – (my mama)
that dignity is not to be found in fear.
Words that left me torn
the want to cry
for the face that I knew so well
now mingling, lost deeply in the crowd.

With your every step taken
lips
biting on words that must never
be spoken
for I am small – I am nothing
I have no wish to live here
but please

just let me live...

Certificate 12
Poem
Crime

Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Such anguish. Does comfort and felt love come again? Rhiannon

 

Submitted by PoppyS on

Thank you Rhiannonw.

Pops ~xx~

Writing is art in pictures – Go paint poetry!

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I think I had misread this, not noticing the title, and not realising it was about war, as many others you have written. I think I was imagining a child for some unknown reason left forlorn.

Reading again now, it does well convey the anguish and confusion of the so-young soldier, and the prayer to survive. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Parson Thru on

The tenacity of the will to live. Nicely structured, PoppyS.

Parson Thru

Submitted by PoppyS on

Maybe more luck than anything else, but yes they were indeed strong, brave men.

Thank You PT.

Pops ~xx~

Writing is art in pictures – Go paint poetry!