Grandma
Can you remember the war?
Can you still here their screams?
Feel the bullets fly past you?
Do you still remember them dying?
Mama
Can you remember the war?
Still hear them screaming?
Begging for mercy?
Are you still living it?
Sister
You're still fighting the war, aren't you?
Can you tell me if you're winning?
Tell me you're not losing?
Can you tell me that it'll end soon?
I'm
Getting ready to fight my own war.
And I'm scared, so scared.
But I know if Grandma survived hers, and mama survived hers, and sister is surviving hers, then I can survive mine as well.
YOU ARE READING
Diary of a Dreamer
PoetryThey say you're a dreamer Cause your eyes are sewn shut And you've got your head in the clouds They say you're like sleeping beauty Never gonna wake up until your knight comes to kiss you But it's been ages and still no sign of that white horse and...
