Poem -
Voice in the Darkest
He said the air was acrid..
and when would they come?
there's broken breath and debris..
in a living tomb..
She said to hold the line..
the men were on their way..
She said though she was crying..
silently..
But we are young..
We want to live..
Lady...
But there was no trading
that day..
the Devil had his way .Â
That sorrowful mournfull day..
the deal was done..
Like a pack of loaded cards..
falling one by one..
remind me who won..?
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Comments
Epic write, very grim and visually haunting with your well crafted lines.Â
"there's broken breath and debris..
in a living tomb"
chilling words, your poem made me think of the gas chambers and all those mass deaths. So sad and dark was this readÂ
Thanks for sharing and wish I could give you more stars 🌟
it's actually words from a telephone conversation...one never knows what to write with tragedy's..I would not wish to show disrespect...I will never forget the terror it instilled in me..thousands of miles away...x
Just a stunning write Pauline...all the more poignant given the subject matter x