Melvina Germain

Gold Star - 25,215 Points (Sydney, Nova Scotia)

A Dark Shield Covers Us - Poem by Melvina Germain

We lost a plethora of yesterdays and grey clouds bring forth the morrow, the only future I see is a time of great sorrow.

Why must tainted minds, empty hearts and souls steal away the happiness we once held, and try to rob the kindness replacing it with the fear of hell.

My infinite tears now fall deep the dark valley of despair, I know not what tomorrow will bring and realize so many no longer care. In that wretched bath of loneliness whilst I sit remembering, I wonder where has life gone, all the winters, all the springs.

The magnetism of evil has soared o’re all the earth and the thought of new babes coming from wombs filled with fear, what pain must our offspring have no choice but to bear.

We raise them from birth, teaching them right from wrong, yet evil has its way, recruiting the weak, brainwashing them to think they’re strong. Many have lost as parents, lost our innocent doves, no tenderness, no gentleness, no more signs of compassion or love.

From our homes or the streets, evil takes them all, no matter who they are, thin, fat, short or tall. Color matters not, the beast recruits all. To the training fields of brutality, long hours of training begins, then to the battlefields of destruction where evil dances in the wind.

We left a thousand yesterdays of old fashioned rules when disputes were one on one, no weapons in the hands of fools. A lady was a lady, a gentleman always tried his best and complicated families lived well among the rest. I remember it well on Cape Breton Isle. We left our doors open and our telephone available to passers by. Yes those were the days of old, now violence brings forth the new…Melvina Germain…..

Topic(s) of this poem: dark

Form: Prose Poem


Comments about A Dark Shield Covers Us by Melvina Germain

  • (11/15/2015 2:22:00 AM)


    not everyone raised their children the way you do
    thanks Melvina
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  • Kelly Kurt (11/14/2015 11:13:00 PM)


    You have lived in the same times as I.
    Seeing is proof. Sad, Sad proof
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 14, 2015



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