That bit of filth in dirty walls,
And all around birbed wire,
And 30,000 souls who sleep
Who once will see
Their own blood spilled.
I was once a little child,
Three years ago,
That child who longed for other worlds.
But now I an no more a child
For I have learned to hate.
I am a grown-up person now,
I have known fear.
Bloody words and a dead day then,
That's something different the boogey men!
But anyway, I still believe I only sleep today,
That I'll wake up, a child again, and start to laugh and play.
I'll go back to childhood sweet like a briar rose,
Like a bell that wakes us from a dream,
Like a mother with an ailing child
Loves him with aching womans love.
How tragic, then, is youth that lives
With enemies, with gallows ropes,
To say: thisis for good, that for the bad.
Somewhere, far away out there, childhood sweetly sleeps,
Along that path among the trees,
There over that house
That was once my house
That was once my pride and joy.
There my mother gave me birth into this world
So I could weep...
In the flame of candles by my bed, I sleep
And once perhaps I'll understand
That I was such a little thing,
As little as this song.
These 30,000 souls who sleep
Amnog the trees will wake,
Open an eye
And beacuse they see
A lot
They'll fall asleep again...
A contest entry
- Make Me Feel by Dauzet.
550 points, ended April 11, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Trauma Kids by Danneh.
575 points, ended May 3, 2008, 16 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Great job with this one, It took me a few times reading through it to fully grasp what I think it means, but if poetry didn't make me think, I'd be a very dull person.
-Danneh<3 -
Wow...now this is truely beautiful in a sad, dark way. You have a real power in your words and you portray the emotions is a raw and unencumbered way... they touch the reader... I see a wonderful talent waiting to find the light... I await...
Ken
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So sad indeed
From this write I hear a young person so broken over a time of seeing such hate about her and the vision of death for those about so near . A land where life is so sought for the freedom to dream and know joy yet the society closes them in and hunger has turned her mind to stone and she has every right .For anyone to hold back the dreams of the living in time shall also feel the pain ten times over for souls never lie once taken and he the man above sees all through their dimming eyes .
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this is really perty and i like it very much, it makes me feel all warm and happy inside mainly because i always regret not living my little kid days as well as i should have and i always want to go back to when i was 7 or something lol
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