A Winter Night's Poem
Sitting by a fire on a winter night –
longing to see daylight –
shivering, freezing, in the icy cold –
how long can my patience hold?
“We’ll be all fine,” Father had assured –
just days before his absence we endured.
Mother had consoled me through rivers of tears –
hours before we’d face our fears –
Cruel murderers, they blasted the streets –
riding grandly on their war tank fleets –
people dropping still by the second –
but I didn’t budge, even as Death beckoned.
Captivity chained me, dragged me along –
tell me, killers, what was my wrong?
Is it that I live in the land that you hate?
Why, why is this my fate?
Sitting by a raging fire on a chilly night –
wondering how long I’ll face this plight –
will this dark dusk ever cease?
Will I, someday, witness dawn and peace?
Copyright © Stasya Volkova | Year Posted 2025
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