Remembering the Lost and Forgotten

  

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Is all I can say

Before the hollow thud of boots cross the floor

I hold my younger brother to my chest

I freeze every part of my being to stop breathing

Afraid they might hear us in this dark, damp cellar

The pungent and ripe scent of fear sweat and blood still lingers

I feel the grime under my nails, a shiver from a memory creeps up my spine

The cold fingers of the forgotten steals my breath

I step into the open ready to fight

The body I held goes limp in my arms

So I find the closest nurse and scream for a new memory

And finally I feel the warmth melting the bad dream away

 

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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