I Tried My Best
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I originally wrote this poem when a Russian rocket hit the small town of Hroza, Ukraine killing 51 men, women, and children. Since then, the Hamas terrorist group invaded Israel. I therefore changed the perspective from singular to plural with a few word changes. This poem reflects my emotional struggle with these insane wars and all the joy that has been lost because of them.
“I Tried My Best”
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I tried my best
To pen a poem.
I tried to write.
A happy poem
Full of hope, trust, and tranquility,
But Anger came knocking,
Came knocking at my door.
Let me in he cried.
Please let me in!
I beg of you.
This winter storm is harsh,
I’m afraid I’ll die.
Please let me in!
Am I a fool to let him in?
Let him in to steal my pen?
Let him in to tarnish my soul?
Let him in to write of sin?
I know not where to begin.
Should I relent
And let him in?
Wars that will not end.
Villages gone.
Men, women, and children
Lying in the streets,
Covered in bloodied sheets.
I care not to write of this.
Anger came knocking.
Came knocking at my door.
Should I laugh at those
Who do not care,
Or should I cry
For they know not why,
Why anger came knocking,
Came knocking at my door?
I tried with all my might
To keep the bolt tight.
But anger kept knocking,
Knocking on my door.
The winds blew hard.
I could hear them scream,
Lying in their graves,
And I their souls
Could not save.
Should I let him in?
Should I unbolt the door?
Will it pacify my soul?
Will it bring me peace?
I’m angry,
I’m angry as hell.
I hate these goddamn wars!
If I let him in,
Will he let me out,
When justice is due?
Anger came knocking,
Came knocking at my door.
Copyright © Lon Wartman | Year Posted 2023
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