Tag: sad poetry

A memory that’s not yet old

Her, laying on my dorm room bed

Fever filling her head

Gun shots sounding closer and closer

Baghdad, what have we done?

I kiss her forehead, cover her with my blankets

Sister, what have we done?

I told her I have to step outside

But she couldn’t hear me

The small glass window was near me

And it was threatening to break

And everyone was screaming

I wished I’d been dreaming

But I thought I had to say my goodbyes

…

Sister we’ve come so far

This truth had to be told

Before our story got too old

And everyone forgot we existed