Encased.
Battle weary.
Breath drawn out.
Something breaks from within.
Tidal wave of unwanted dreams.
Captured.
Taken away.
To the depths.
Catacombs weave in dark.
Light is no longer found.
Shattered.
Deep inside.
There lies cold.
Lifeless hands clutch still.
These memories are locked within.
Enfold.
Upon oneself.
Holding pieces together.
Shaking are the legs.
Now bare from being stripped.
Chaos.
Sirens afar.
Cries are heard.
Lifeless and now still.
The aftermath of such catastrophe.
Lost.
Taken away.
Drawn to sea.
Oceans waging a war.
Where is hope in this?
Pleading.
Crying out.
Hear our cries.
You can heal hearts.
Bind up our every wound.
Tears.
Stream down.
Dirt stained face.
Heal our broken homes.
Hear our cries for you.
Hope.
Is here.
For a nation.
Now torn from within.
In the midst of despair.
Copyright 2011 Lauren Hall ©
beautiful and thoughtful to honor the victims. Love your heart...makes me proud.
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Mom
What an amazingly insightful poem, Lauren. The human devastation happening around the world is beyond measure. May Yah's mighty wings cover and protect us. Psalm 91:4.
ReplyDeleteI like it,its deep and from the heart :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and touching. Such a gift for words. =)
ReplyDeleteVery nice and thoughtful... In my poetry class tonight, we had a brief assignment where we were asked to find a poem from our book that would be fitting to give to the people in such a disaster. Oddly, not many of the supposedly best poems in the world reflected a lot of hope and encouragement.
ReplyDeleteThis, however, does that exactly.
This lets you feel what they are feeling. Very touching... I can't imagine what I'd feel if I went through that.
ReplyDeleteI wish there was something I could do... perhaps there is.
Zachary
Well it seems that everyone said it all. So I'll just say what I see this poem as. It's a Phoenix poem; in the mist of the ash hope will rise.
ReplyDeleteVery good sis, keep it up :)