The Child Of A Civil War
Author: Edain


A five year old playing in the street
not understandig why people are so mad
What´s the problem? Did I do something?

I ran as fast as I could from death and decay
to a place of solitude, my safe heaven
and started playing again to forget the pain

Now each year I return to face my childhood fear
still not understandig why I had to be
the child of a civil war

------- Author's Notes -------

This poem´s just an experiment, just to try out different techniques. Anyways, I´m from Bosnia and went through some shit there as a child.


Comments on this poem/writing:

gynter ( -- Tuesday, March 29 2005, 07:46 am

well done

wow that are a rilli guten riting.. i am imprests yu right veri well...
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