Being Captured

Something I thought about and wrote after watching a program about the people who were put into concentration camps. Although they were put into these camps, they never let their spirits get down.

Being Captured

I'm tattered and torn

like a sheep shorn

as I am wasting away

my body is worn

we walk around

like the living dead

“it's time” someone said

then swiftly kicked my head

as I stumble around

my spirit soars

while this shell gains ground

I fly high as the rain pours

we march and march

to a different beat

pondering how

to beat the heat

our captors unsure

of just what to do

from our happy spirit

only God knew!

Author's Note

In memory of the 6 million who lost their lives during the Holocaust!

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I think I'd die fighting rather than be taken prisoner...and people say I'm crazy because I keep so many weapons close at hand in my home...my bedroom is an arsenal. I sleep with a loaded gun. Some people fear home invasions...I'm expecting one. I like this piece. If those six million killed in the holocaust had my mentality though...they would have made one hell of an army.

[Poetic Beauty]

this is a truly inspiring poem and the words are formed delicately which makes this poem flow and sound smooth. There is power amongst the beauty of this poem. Now matte how life or people try to keep our bodies captured they can't imprison our spirit.

[Amanda]

This is a beautifully written poem. I was hanging on every word!

[Crowley]

An awesome tribute for sure and a very heady poem. Loved this J....hit all the right spots Girly Q.