War poetry


solitude


wa, grey, black, grey

a house collapses

to cry a bit.
,
borrow from neighbours 

bank some money,

build it again

get rid of our fear

it won't collapse again 

in the war
,
the repeating is rare ...

.............................
a friend's death

mean to look,

to the sky
,
yell and scream,

to cry my solitude
,
to wear black,

to walk with him to a

final destination

he is not going to die 

again

one death,

we all have one death

......................
losing the parents,

become an orphan,

permission to be angry
,
retreat awhile for 3 days



place the gardenia,

on fresh dug earth,

return for the living,

impossible to be orphaned twice

........................
pain is waiting,

unknown moment


stop at the gap at the door.

fear overfills
,
a tear drops silently,

solitude,

 a breath.



Neveen Abou El Ola    July 2012




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Anonymous said…
Very moving piece of writing

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