The glistening silver shone
as the rays of the sun cast a golden light over the animalistic necklace.
A gun as tall as our souls lay in the palm of my hand.
It's weight is as heavy as ten men.
Nonetheless my heart has doubled that weight since the beginning.
My lips tremble as small beads fall down the skin on my face.
My bones are but water, my skin is but mud.
My life has known nothing but that of tears and blood.
My eyes are swollen from the crying of the past.
Tired from being restless as my bed has been set on fire.
My mind has been racing to find the answer to all my questions asked.
But not one can be found,
For the battle within is all that I know.
It has encased my mind and blocked my knowledge,
Which now seems to have ceased existence.
The battle around is bloody and horrendous.
Forced.
Her head exploded like a watermelon in front of me.
His hand disappeared into a dull, red mist.
My right arm, gone.
"Mommy!" I cry with pain and longing.
I am but only eighteen,
And yet my eyes have seen more than enough.
I have lost innocence,
Irreplaceable innocence;
Just as I have lost my right arm.
Pride, it was something I was seeking.
Morality, it is something I seek now.
There is nothing to define life after mine eyes have discovered Hell ,
There is no more happiness that leaks from the sun.
No magic that shines from the moon.
Only a heat and a coolness that gives to me unwanted memories that my mind cannot get rid of.
A smile;
Scream.
A laugh;
Yell.
To live;
Fight.
To love;
War.
To Childhood,
Goodbye.
The lost generation,
I am.
YOU ARE READING
The Journey
PoetryA small book of poems I wrote. All photos were taken by me, besides the one for Princess Anna. That was taken by my aunt I believe, and I just edited it a little. Princess Anna is dedicated to my great grandmother who passed away at 4am on January...
