AleppoA Poem by BeccyAleppo I've trod the many summers I've seen the river's run, the blackbird raking withered leaves, the trespass of the sun. I've coursed the age of innocence the rise of heavy stones, Jack Frost's design on windowpanes, the breaking of my bones. I've crossed my heart so many times but never hoped to die, found reasons for the things I've done, but not the reasons why. I've known so many promises that fall like wounded birds, out from the blue and endless sky as empty, idle words. I've grown to adult subterfuge seen things no child should see, slept where the sun has lost its heat, craved immortality. I've felt so much of suffering, like nails drove through my feet, prayed rain would fall more bountiful on fields of harvest wheat I've tasted all of bitterness, so liquid on my tongue, cried for the lost, unripened fruit that stays forever young; and I dream a star-lit pathway for each little child set free, but think sometimes, though time may heal, this world is not for me. © 2019 BeccyReviews
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8 Reviews Added on October 11, 2016 Last Updated on November 8, 2019 AuthorBeccyUnited KingdomAboutI'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..Writing
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