We Were Kissed… Poetry

​I hear cries

Of children

Screaming in agony

I hear wails of mothers


I see the land flow with red

The sky goes drip drip

Non stop

My heart breaks

Where do we go from here?

Smell of burning fills the place

Running in the bush

The tears blind my eyes

Thorns and thistles

Tear at me

So I run

Desperately I run.

“Run to safety

Run my child

The anarch have come upon us”

I held my breast in hand

My aching breast 

Cease not to weep

My eyes keep bleeding

Bleeding for the things we lost

The joy stolen

But it all began

When we were kissed

The betrayer

In our midst.

© Deborah Glover, 2016

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12 thoughts on “We Were Kissed… Poetry”

    1. Oh.My.God! Someone calls me a poet! Alright, I’m over reacting. I don’t think of myself as a poet. The words flow from within and there’s an agony I feel when I don’t write them. I feel like my head will burst. They are borne from experiences. Thanks for the compliment.

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