Dec 29, 2008 08:00
Wrote this as a dedication to two people I know. To them, Christmas will now have a whole different meaning from what we have. It'll always be a bittersweet moment and I'm sure it is for many other as well.
The streets are silent,
Rain has fallen,
The pain of hunger drowns us,
Our bones are cold,
Story now told,
All I want is a home for us.
The room now silent,
Life has fallen,
The pain of grief drowns us,
His skin is cold,
Story now told,
All I want is for him to come back to us.
The screaming now silent,
Anger has fallen,
The pain of his beating drowns us,
Our tears are cold,
Story now told,
All I want is for him to leave us.
The mind now silent,
Hope has fallen,
The pain of nothing drowns us,
Our eyes are cold,
Story now told,
All I want is a meaning for us.
~Joanna Van, 2008/2009
original: poem