The battle field

Guide welcomed me , when I entered to the country, The country of battle

I was told by guide “Welcome to the desert , Nothing but roar of the gun is plenty here”

I borrowed a knife from a boy to peel mangos which I kept in my leather bag

I felt a bitter taste ,when I ate the mango . I wondered “why”

The boy who gave the knife told me that they eyes of her sisters been encompassed by that knife

I asked, Encompassed by whom? “By solders”

When I travelled to the desert I saw the destroyed buildings and homes .

I approached to a lake when I was thirsty. I drank from it . I had a bitter taste . I wondered “why”

The guard of the lake told me that, the place of the lake was a place of a hospital which is destroyed by bomb

I was exhausted and sat in a bunch which was under a gigantic a tree

I felt a bitter smell . I wondered “why”

I was told by someone .Thirteen innocent people slaughtered upon the bunch by sword

I heard the hooting of a tanker , My guide hide somewhere in pace , I was told to do so but I failed

A traveler landed the battle field and welcomed by a guide

He borrowed a pen from the guide and wrote something in his diary

The colour of the ink was red and he felt a bitter smell ,he wondered “why”

“ The pen you writing was used by a traveler who was killed by solders. Who wrote for us ” Guide informed him

By

Suhail

I have been lost living,
Sitting in my apartment,
Dreaming of a life,
Instead of living a dream.

I wake up each day wishing,
Wishing i was dreaming,
Dreaming for the death of my life,
Not worth loving,
And for the rebirth of a love,
worth living,
Love of all life,
Without hatred and strife.

If you share this dream with me,
I ask you to stop,
Stop dreaming of this life,
And begin to live this dream.

I look and look at the shadow beside your face
I ought to look you in the eye, but
I’ve been looking here all along
I’ll just go on a little longer

If we were friends, I would touch you
I would tell you to tuck the hair
Behind your ear, it’s escaping again
I told you a thousand times
And it’s made no difference
I wish I had words for this sadness

When I leave, there will be memories
But you will have none of me
And I will ache for the things
You never learned

But I will be whole
And I will be free

Don’t watch me as I walk away
I wish you wouldn’t
It’s no business of yours
You never minded where I went before:
When I was wrong about you
And knew it not- ignorance!

I’ve stayed too long
Let me leave- no,
I must go.

Your face that day I’ll never forget
Old happiness cowering in your eyes
As the new tenant, hopelessness
Slipped in and beat everyone else out
I know you looked, I saw.

But I went, I went, with purpose
And nothing on my side
To begin another life

I choose to leave this path behind
Step off the trail of tears and
Look for level ground where footing is sure
I will shake the dust of past injustice
And move toward gentle grass
Planted lovingly by different hands
Than those that steered me toward
The road of self-destruction and despair
It ends here
I choose joy
.-= Jenny Miller´s last blog ..Add Your Poetry =-.

Replacement last line:

When he moved away, he took not one plant.

Cheers all, until next year!

Orchids and clover hung from pots
on the outside wall of his house,
and that strange, white night-blooming flower.

The stars were out, shining clearly,
and moonlight vied with lamplight,
illuminating his hanging garden faintly …

until he moved away, taking not one plant.

I guess this is it
A full stop
Instead of a comma

An end
Instead of a beginning

Close the loop
Finish the sentence

Because we end here.