Does Anybody Out There Hear Me?
I'm a child in a war torn country.
Flaring bombs are close around me.
I can hear their terrible sound.
Hiding myself here underground.
My hungry body is weak.
I drag myself to a hole to take a peek.
Fear runs through my bones.
Terror please soon be gone.
Blood stains on the ground.
Dead bodies lie all around.
I can smell the stench.
It makes my little stomach wrench.
I cover my ears to stop the roaring sound.
When earth rumbles as tanks roll by.
Fire falls from the sky.
When will it all end?
Can I ever go home again?
My parents are gone.
I know not where.
Does anyone out there even care?
What's to become of me?
Will there be a country left to see?
I cry, wondering if I will make it through the night.
How long must I stay hidden down here out of sight?
Do you feel my fears?
Do you see my tears?
Does anybody out there hear me?
Copyright © Susan Elaine Graves
do you write this way because you are there? or looking through their eyes?
this is the question.
good pen.
Steve
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