The Child Of A Civil War
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 (10.0.90.153) -- Tuesday, March 29 2005, 07:46 am|
wow that are a rilli guten riting.. i am imprests yu right veri well...
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