"West... lighthouse... rocks..."
Everyone went deathly quiet at the thundering crackle of the radio.
Then, it started raining questions.
"Who was that?"
"Do you know whose voice that was?"
"I recognised that accent!"
"The rebels? Why would they..."
But the questions threatening to pour down and drown me were totally different.
A stormcloud rumbled overhead.
A swell of waves crash upon the white sands of my mind; a rushed relay-race of emotion.
"But...?"
Disbelief. Denial.
One by one, they wash away the messily-scrawled hopes and dreams of a young, naïve child.
"How?"
Confusion. Doubt.
They carry the words out into the deeps, where they are never to be found again, disintegrating and sinking into the Abyss of Forgotten.
"Why?"
Realisation. Rage. Fury.
Finally, the last wave recedes, leaving behind sad, salty dampness in a wake of foam.
Hurt. Brokenness.
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Inspiration
war; real and mental.
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𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐌𝐒 : 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒
PoetrySonnets and cinquains, seasons and colours, flora and fauna, the bad and the good - all in this collection of original poems. Several are written about the author's personal life, such as social interactions, intense emotions, and experiences as...
