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A percentage of me has to hell been consigned
by the ever raging zionists' war machine.
To each livid soldier, a mandate is assigned
to uproot terror where multitudes are confined.
Torrents of explosives have swept my landscapes clean.
Churches, mosques, schools have all to mighty vengeance bowed.
Stricken mothers wail uncontrollably aloud.
Itinerancy pervades my horror stricken crowd,
whilst my kids toy with explosives, carnage and ruin.
Survivors will take shelter from snipers shooting
death ***** and lead from peevish and portable guns.
Horror unprecedented the people outruns.
I have metamorphosed to nothing but a morgue.
Lice and bugs have infested hoodies lined with borg.
Disease and maimed limbs have no remedies in sight.
Let not the world be unmoved by my sorry plight.
Why must I this price pay for a thousand or more killed?
My morgues are beyond their capacity filled.
The deaths of innocents are nothing but unjust.
My once-populated streets have been turned into dust.
Dedicated to the people of Gaza.
Lauren Leal Jul 2023
It's hard to forget the past
When it takes away something
That I felt was meant to last

So I'll wait for my phone to ring
No line and hook to be cast
We'll see what time will bring
Patience
A fascination with what’s to come
By any means of an escape
Allows the blind to see; posthumously
While embracing their own fate
The end is daunting and inevitable
It brings shivers from the cold
Though frail and weak
What we all seek
Is the light that shines like gold
Lauren Leal Jul 2023
Deep within blue eyes
I see a constellation
I'll find nowhere else
Lauren Leal Jul 2023
My wounds runs deep
Steeped in time
Memories to keep
Into my prime

Testing my virtues
Taking a deep breath
Walking in my earth shoes
Feeling like ego death

I must stay focused
On what I desire
Despite this fire
Thoughts like a swarm of locusts

Time to embrace the new
That being with you
I refuse to be static
Time with you is chromatic

It's a complete headliner

With you it's all about the major and the minor
Overcoming the trials of past wounds
Lauren Leal Jul 2023
I pick my scabs and wonder why I keep remembering
Reacting to old feelings and habits when it's not necessary after years of growth
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