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Sarah D

Australia

"He was a poet; and they are never exactly grown up." - J.M. Barrie

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Thanks if you're reading this. I'm not really happy with it so I might fix it up later, but for now, this is it!

Where Were You?

March 3, 2015

PROMPT: Where Were You?

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Where were you?

The sparks got caught on the wind and they drifted through our town.
The swords came for the children and they stole them while we slept.
The blood covered the roads like rain and it smothered the sound of our screams.
In the morning we awoke to darkness or we didn't wake at all.

Where were you?

Not a trace of your life or death the next day.
We searched until we realised the truth.
You were hiding, cowering, roting in the dirt.
But alive. Somewhere. Alive.

Where were you?

Which box in your mind did you hind in.
What thoughts did you let loose in the world.
Why were you scared, lost and weak before they came.
Why did you feel alone when you knew you had me.

 

Where were you?

When I cried myself to sleep at night.

Where were you?

When I sobbed until I shook.

Where were you?

When I held the cold hands of my children.

Where were you?

When I buried them in the ground.

 

Where were you?
You hear me?

Where were you?
Where were you!

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