11-26-2009, 01:09 AM
The Enemy:
Over years of practice
Over years of work
Over centuries of destruction
I finally see the pain
The enemy is not all but one
The enemy can’t think or feel
All of the lives that were taken
All of the pain of life
Death can be sad and is
Death can be heartless but isn’t
All that can go wrong did
All that can be sad is
The heart is the only weapon needed
The enemy is not them it’s me
All that pain let me have it
All that sorrow is mine to use and keep
They did nothing to deserve it
I will keep it in my heart’s ocean deep
I am the enemy they are not
I can’t see anymore with my eyes
I can’t hear anymore with my ears
All that can be seen or heard is with my heart
Though my heart has been numbed over the years
It is still there
My tears no longer come
My mind no longer works
It is the end
They cry for the others not me
I’m glad now no one should care
All gone no more all is quiet
Everything has disappeared, so silent
The enemy has been killed, all is well
Crying Memories:
The children’s screams in the night.
The fire spread throughout the town.
Mothers look for lost children.
All they find are corpses.
Mothers’ sorrow, children’s screams
They are both ignored.
A nation attacks, the people hide.
While able bodies defend the towns.
They run and run but soon are killed,
Their thoughts back home.
With families and friends dying and fighting for home,
Cries unheard, screams not paid to.
It’s their fault that they aren’t here.
Their choices, their mistakes,
All is there in their memories of pain and suffering,
The crying memories of their past.
Both were written when I was 8th grade. Enjoy.
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