music Dirge/Chilling soundA Poem by RuseInexsuffering refugee camps filled with cold hungry children's images across media
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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Added on January 7, 2016 Last Updated on January 7, 2016 AuthorRuseInexFresno, CAAboutI was born in obscurity Outside a small country town’s limits In a plank shack I kept a few memories That come into my head That i still carry around That i visit now and then The dust .. more..Writing
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