My family,
Gone.
My life,
Gone.
My will to live,
Gone.
Forever to be shattered.
I am the Communist everyone
Talks about,
Even on this side of the
Iron Curtain.
I am merely a freak,
Amongst normal people.
My life was a constant
Uphill battle,
One I could not win,
Unless I played dirty.
And play dirty I shall,
With bullets and treachery,
Instead of sabres and truth.
Revolution, one might say.
Economic change, another will.
But I say,
Communist revolution.
And so I did.
The workers,
Rose.
The people,
Rose.
The serfs,
Rose.
The soldiers,
Rose.
All rose against a
Tyrannical kind who refused
To give the people equality.
We were successful, but at a price.
My unity was shattered,
And my soul torn apart.
I had to deal with the
Russians,
Ukrainians,
Estonians,
Belorusians,
Georgians,
Armenians,
Kazakhstanis,
Latvians,
Lithuanians,
Moldovans,
Azerbaijanis,
Uzbeks,
Turkmen,
Tajikistanis,
Kyrgyz,
Germans,
Poles,
Czechoslovakians,
Bulgarians,
Hungarians,
And
Albanians.
I'm losing my mind,
I just
Know
It.
My heart,
Hurt.
My brain,
Hurt.
My soul,
Hurt.
My lungs,
Hurt.
Everything
Hurts.
I think I'll die today,
I hope I die today.
I'm too unstable
To exist.
My family,
Gone.
My life,
Gone.
My will to live,
Gone.
Forever to be shattered.
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Call Us What By What We Carry
General FictionCountryhumans (in my AU) summed up by one free-verse poem (each countryhuman gets one poem) Title inspired by Amanda Gorman's, "Call Us What We Carry." All poems are by me.
