Raindrops (historical poem)

Raindrops (historical poem) Raindrops (historical poem)

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Genre: Historical Fiction

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Status: Finished

Genre: Historical Fiction

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Summary

A reflection on the hard times of the past.
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Summary

A reflection on the hard times of the past.

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Submitted: January 19, 2011

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Submitted: January 19, 2011

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Stillness. Sharp, dry air pierces my throat.

There is no calm in this silence.  No relief,

Rain of clouds will never come again.

Endless days, (can you call them days?

Wear my clothes, take the life out of my breath.

Black clouds of earth cover my head

From the red sun that lights my life,

Red as Hell, the only light

 I shall ever see again.

 

My husband gave the last of his crops to this world,

To this possessed life.  Our food was our sacrifice.

And yet God continues my life, but

Is this really a life? A life where children

Know no smiles? No sky?

My daughter cries, the only raindrops

I shall ever see again.

 

Blackness covers everything,

Stealing the little light I have held on to.

A monster howls outside

And drags its claws against our land.

I cover my child’s ears; they hold a cloth to their mouth.

And their raindrops fall, the only raindrops

I shall ever see again.

 

 

 


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