Death surrounded her
Bombs falling captured the stories inside her head
Real life tears fell over blood soaked mornings
Screams pierced right into the reality she called life
Friends, limbs missing made her look abnormal
Laughter left the country, vowing never to return
She watched the burning figure running towards her
Collapsing before her, pleading for death
But death didn’t want him that day
He wasn’t one of the fortunate ones
She climbed into the basement seeking solace
Clutching the doll who like herself seemed to have survived in one piece
But something wasn’t right
Dolly was living a lie
She pulled one arm and one leg off
Dolly smiled
And the world became normal again.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 15th, 2021 05:16
- Category: Sad
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The harsh reality of life in war torn middle east (for example) as seen from a small childs eyes.
I tried to write about this, also from a childs view, several months ago. I didn't capture the gravity of realisation nearly so strongly as you have here. Full marks to you. This really hits hard.
I shall put this into my favourites.
Thanks, Dusk.
Gripping clarity. These stories need to be told, and you told it well here sir. Bravo!
They sure do.
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