hostages not children

laughing through the days

no pain no heartache

I remember so well

the worst was a scrape on the knee

a cry for a little while

why did I have to grow up

a sharp pain in my chest

a fear of losing you

oh how I wish it was only the boogie man

now its men with guns

and they have us

when I was little I could run to mommy

now I'm alone

They keep me in the room next to you

I know

because I hear the kicking

and your screams

your agony. so close

I remember the time

when daddy was the perfect man

the one I loved so much

now nothing can replace you

tears drip on the cold cement floor

if only we weren't here

hostages

Reviews

[smilempsn]

Nice one Adri...
I can get to create so many meaning to this piece..
So much mind opening .. I liked it :)

[Ency Bearis]

interesting poem

[Adri Moolman]

thanks for reading

[Astro]

Chilling. Wow, you really nail it with the juxtaposition of your youthful memories and a vividly shocking present tense. Well done.

[Adri Moolman]

thanks

[quinfinn]

this is thought provoking and very well written....kudos!

[Adri Moolman]

thanks

[Baby Ricochet]

"Tear drip on the cold cement floor" Great line for the ending. Intense emotion here. Good Job

[Adri Moolman]

thank you so much for reading

[Zap-the-awesome]

This is a really nice piece of work.

[Adri Moolman]

thank you