Into a bright darkness I awoke
In between nightmares I had a dream
That made me angry and heartbroken
Grinding what is left of my soul between my teeth
A little girl smiled at me
I believe she was my daughter
I think I am a father, and a husband, and a brother, and a friend…
The footsteps came
The voices of demons dressed like men
They call us names and beat us and humiliate us
I try not to be afraid
I am only a man
Inside what is left of my mind
I pray without ceasing
Wondering if all of this is because I stole a cookie from my mother’s kitchen
When I was six years old
I don’t know anything
Except pain
A contest entry
- Abu Ghraib ~ the Contest ~ 4000 points by Ariosto II..
3500 points, ended June 17, 2008, 6 entries
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Please tell me what you think
Comments
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i'm surprised that yours was the only one, that took a first person perspective from the prisoners POV.
Well done, a powerful poem
thanks for entering!
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Good job, but ...
I can't imagine Arabs eating cookies. That line is too long, which draws attention to the cookie image.
Other than that, this is a good poem.
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Yeah, unless he was already Americanized (smile) Thanks for the feedback Ecrivain!
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