Hi-Dong Chai Poet Free verse

Scars of War

I stand on top of the ruins of my house
Hit by a bomb from the sky
My mother’s buried below
My sisters also
And my dog too

My father is not down there
He left home to fight the enemy
He hasn’t come back

My face is covered with dust with tear marks
My clothes are torn by fallen beams and protruding nails
My hands are covered with blood
From my digging with bare hands
All morning

In a frantic search
To located my loved ones
Down below
But to no avail

I have no more strength to dig
But my hands keep trying

It was only yesterday
We prayed together
In the basement of our house
Praying that the war would come to a quick end
Praying that father would come home soon

Now I’m all alone
No where to turn to

I pray to God
‘Please take me HOME’

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Jude Herrick August 3, 2019 at 3:23 PM A piece of soul that has been forged into pains obsidian from a furnace of loss. I hope one day, these take down arrows of why and love, reward their Target and God claims you home. Having an aim that shoots with precision, and carpentry to mend broken bow. United again with your loves with God speed, pull of string. Arrows of love and wars no more. Only peace and family.