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Matea Mihaljevic Poem
Long, tiresome...
How sad of a look on such a beautiful face.
I feel warmth, desire,..a rebellion is rising
Confused by the repeatable noise of a past so dark and gloomy.
I should not look back, I will not.
But the passion and love are irresistible
So I wonder...
One and two and three;
Memories just passing through
I should not look back I will not
But it calls and stares,
it takes my every breath
And I fight...I do...but....
How do you fight yourself
Do I look to Him and know it will be alright,
Or do I just trust?
But the smell, oh it's intoxicating ...
And they return,
one after another the memories rush back ...
and I'm powerless
I should not go back, but I look...
What will happen now?
Copyright © Matea Mihaljevic | Year Posted 2013
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Matea Mihaljevic Poem
The cries of spilled blood
Sadness corrupts the lines on their faces
Children of such hope destined for nothing ...
I pray and plead
But my understanding leads me nowhere.
So I curse and fight
Maybe ill force the darkness into light.
Do I stand between the walls of their freedom,
Or am I just another promise soon to be broken?
Playgrounds lay as fields of bullet shells
The night becomes day and sleep becomes luxury
Dead bodies cant see salvation in the sounds of church bells.
Wake up, wake up!!!
I hear a mother screaming.
But this is not a nightmare mommy,
Syria isn't dreaming.
Copyright © Matea Mihaljevic | Year Posted 2013
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