As I right this I hear bombs and steps.I hear the screams of innocent children that fill the empty void and I question my self will I ever be there?
I don't know, because every day the catastrophe settles in more.
Dear diary, it's been 67 years what more is there to come?
I've lived all my life hidden by a rock with melancholy tied around my lungs.
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The reign of terror and man inhumanity to man is aptly captured in the poem. An insightful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely brought forth from the heart with conviction. Thanks for sharing Rawan.
A great poem. You may like to read my ars poetica (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks