No Man's Land

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

When my family went to war against itself.

Screaming,
Pounding,
Does anybody hear me?

Suffocating,
Drowning,
Against the tide I'm struggling

Fighting,
Dividing,
My family tears around me

They're siding,
Sides solidifying,
I find myself caught in the in-between

Exploding,
Bombarding,
Every shot reverberating

The blasting,
The shelling,
No man's land is ugly

Mediating,
Failing,
This Switzerland is bleeding

Crying,
Falling,
Gunshot wounds from those who loved me

Raging,
Aching,
In their own pain they're destroying me

The tormenting,
The questioning,
How can I choose between!?

Loving now is
Misery
I can't pick sides, can't fight against family

They're resting—
Now reloading
My eyes shut tight as the next round blasts around me

Collapsing
Praying
Screaming to the One who can stop their warring

Pausing,
Listening—
An empty sky of silence in reply to me

Finally
Surrendering
The fighting is too much, I can't go on in this icy hell of in-between


Submitted: January 27, 2013

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E. J. Rylee

I still remember the silence of the crowd when you read this. The rhythm behind it is harsh and rugged, and each word cuts into you with biting imagery. Excellent work, my friend.

Sun, January 27th, 2013 9:10pm

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I remember trying to make it sound interesting, because the extremely repetitive cadence can unfortunately lend itself to monotony. Delighted to know it's an effective piece :)

Sun, January 27th, 2013 1:21pm

Indie Skreet

Sad and vivid and hardly any reads ..... no justice in that either. Should be read.

Wed, February 13th, 2013 3:04am

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Thanks for reading it then :)

Tue, February 12th, 2013 7:07pm

Stormbird Throneshaker

It's terrible, that the biggest of fights normally start over the littlest of nothings!
Why can't we all just bury our hatchets...not in one another and give each other a great big old love hug and start all over again?
I love you...pop, bang, pow...no no no not the fight thing all over again, geesh!
Seriously, what was it that really started the feud?
We can't bring back the dead in mind, body or soul when they're that determined to die over...let go of my Eggo or you gonna die!
This gets another vote/like from crazy ol' me.
Just ask Indie, she'll vouch for me...I think that she'll vouch for me!

Fri, March 1st, 2013 12:29pm

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Haha glad it inspired such an emotive reaction :) I like it when people connect with my writing

Fri, March 1st, 2013 4:43pm

drcommonsense

Very, very deep. I had to read it 3 times to take it all in. I want to read more of your work, wish i could be deep like that.

Mon, October 13th, 2014 7:16am

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Thanks :) I hope you keep reading and commenting!

Mon, October 13th, 2014 5:54pm

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