music Dirge/Chilling sound

music Dirge/Chilling sound

A Poem by RuseInex
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suffering refugee camps filled with cold hungry children's images across media

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violins meow their echoes’ wail
like rain streaming falls upon my pensive ears
cooing voices synchronize on strumming strings
hundreds move, sadness refuses; 
it stubbornly remains clutched around my chest
the children cry
moving upon the cello’s sounds so deep 
on heart’s strings plaintiffs inscribed
while choirs of soldiers sing mournfully 
phantom’s croons, hollow forms’ moans, 
depths without fathom my soul weeps, 
no satisfying its hungry need
of warmth for comfort to large wide eyes
the children cry
children ragged cold across the refugee camps
swaying brush of winters breath
upon their tiny arms and breasts
cold unclothed, shivering for relief to come
specters searching fields below
carcass remnants fit to save
the children cry
rings sharply tolls the chimes’ highest pitch
intermingles with deepest bass, no succor
my soul’s incline, the sounds of cold
empty hearts’ dimmed by design of choice
scratch the sounds of nails on glass
itchy pangs frustration’s gasps,
i die as i hear, forbear the sounds,
wretched, listless, restless sleep,
the children die as they  cry

© 2016 RuseInex


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RuseInex
RuseInex

Fresno, CA



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