It's the silence that scares me now,
like tonight,
when it's cold and you can hear music playing,
but the music is just what your mind makes.
Your mind makes music from those sounds,
the sound of screaming,
the sound of crying,
the sound of bombs blasting,
the sound of my tears crashing to the ground,
the sound of Death's feet
as they tromp across the sand, in the dark.
I open my eyes to watch him approach,
a young mother walking hand in hand with her child.
They can't see him.
But I sure can...
I can see but cannot stop
what fate has in store.
He passes in front of her.
Blocking my view of the mother and her babe.
He disappears and I see her kneeling...
over the limp body of another statistic
in War's foolish game.
She screams,
hands bloodied,
blood that doesn't belong to her.
SCREAMING...
it sounds like a whisper,
like a promise,
like the wind,
passing through my hair.
Each sound, another something, that I don't want to remember.
So I watch.
I watch her,
head held back, facing heaven.
Still trying to wake her cherub faced daughter.
But she will not rise.
Her dark curls drown in a puddle of crimson.
Her mother drowns in a sea of crystal,
and we all drown here together in the silence...
Mission Accomplished.
Author notes
I would like to just come right out and say it. Yes, this is about the Iraq War, and really any other war going on, Darfur, Afghanistan, and anywhere else where there is tragedy, including our own country...which makes it extremely controversial. To those who believe in the war...you have every right to your opinion, but the scenes in this poem ARE taking place. Sometimes the characters may be different, but it's happening. So please if you leave a comment, don't give me anything about freedom or any other politics. This poem isn't about that. It's a memorium. Let's leave it at that.
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- Make Me Feel Again.... by PerfectImperfection.
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This was such an emotional piece. Pain beyond pain ... There is so much we take forgranted these days. I believe in and admire the soldiers, simply because the wars are not their doing, but their battle sadly. I am not one who believes in war itself, because I often wonder what it is we are fighting for - in many cases the blood shed is purely in vain. This is certainly well penned, and if someone can read this and not feel anything, they must have no emotion. Great write! Thank you for your entry & Best wishes in the contest!
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So graphic...So brutal...So true
Awesome write.
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Yes within the silence
Defening to those who has returned home for the sounds play over and over again no other would know unless they ave lived it no one
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