Sam Hughff

Rookie (washington)

Breathe In This Heavy Air - Poem by Sam Hughff

I lay in the darkness of my room,
and still I cannot sleep,
for something heavy clings to the air,
even the birds do not sing tonight.
And still I lay in the darkness of my room.

BANG! The door in the front room slams open,
my mother screams and my father shouts.
Bullets scream through the night,
and the stench of blood and smoke fills the air.
My brothers and sisters now awaken,
from hearing the screams of the lives being taken.

Two men with guns walk into our room,
stained with the blood of our parents,
we scramble, my sisters and brothers;
to no avail we are caught in an instant,
bound together with ropes,
chains now claim our arms and legs.

And so we walk through the night,
the weak are executed and thrown aside,
yet still I breathe in this thick air,
all the blood of innocent faces.

Dry mouth and cut feet,
the sun has finally arisen,
heavy limbs and eyes,
we finally reach our prison.

I lay in the darkness of my room,
and I breathe in this heavy air,
the sun sets for another day,
and still I lay in the darkness of my room.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 11, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, April 11, 2008

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