Beth Caro


Battlefield - Poem by Beth Caro

We are standing in the battlefield of our broken family,
No one is mourning the dead
Each soldier had gripped their gun angrily
And watched as their kindred bled
Each bullet shot would hit the heart
Killing its love and birthing stone
The soldiers hatred would impart
Until a stone heart became their own

One by one the soldiers fell
Only the strongest remained
The souls of the guilty were claimed by hell
To be forever lost and in darkness contained

As the sun rises and the battle slows
We head to the trenches and wait for command
We look to our captain but already know
The family had surrendered under every demand


Poet's Notes about The Poem

I wrote this poem about my parents divorce. It was very difficult on me and my siblings. My father had been abusive, there was a lot of bad blood but after years of fighting and trying to make our family work it seemed that everyone just gave up and went their separate ways. We never really were a family again

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 2, 2013


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