The Black Carpet.A Poem by Leah Everett
A poem about the War, and people who should be known worldwide, and treated with respect, but are not.
Though, I’ve been through the wars.
I didn’t have a fairytale dream, of mansions and fame.
Do you think me absurd?
I’ve watched my best friend, die in agony.
I couldn’t, I had to move on, to follow my fellow soldiers.
My heart was crumbling, but I stumbled on, fighting for what was right,
And in our teeming shelter, we’d discuss the celebrity life.
You could act this out,
Why does beauty receive the most awareness?
So many years melting in despair,
My mind is crippled with tormenting memories,
I hope you grin brightly,
I hope you’re proud of what you have achieved,
But I just cant seem to prevent myself from,
When you’re clothed in silky lace,
Turn your head away from the spotlight,
It’s where the ruby glow stops and moulds into dark,
I hold up my dusty medal,
© 2011 Leah Everett
birmingham, United Kingdom
AboutHello, as you've probably guessed, the name's Leah. I'm fifteen, currently attending secondary school. I have many passions, I like to think of myself as very determinded, and strong willed. I can be .. more..