Killing my life

  • It was a day like every other day
    if they arrived
    it was a night like every ohter night
    if they killed my life
    I awoken from a dark dream
    alone . . .


    my wife,
    I heard her screaming
    my son,
    I heard his crying
    I heard them crying out with pain in terror


    I went downstairs
    I ran into the hell
    my body burnt
    and my legs broke down if I saw them
    . . . with my innoncent family
    Blood ran down her forehead
    blood covered his small body
    and I moved into a lost battle


    my wife,
    I heard her screaming
    my son,
    I heard his crying
    I heard them crying out with pain in terror
    and I moved into a last battle


    Then I felt this pain
    and I couldn't move any more
    I saw the fear in her eyes
    I saw how they killed my life . . .
    and I couldn't move


    my wife,
    I cannot hear her screaming
    my son,
    I cannot hear his crying
    I only hear my respiration
    and see the corpses of my life lying arround me

  • Ich kann mich den anderen nur anschließen, es ist eines deiner besten Gedichte...
    und das in English.
    Lass es mit Deutsch, schreibe nur noch englische Gedichte :lachen: *Scherz*

    When I’m 80 years old and sitting in my rocking chair, I’ll be reading Harry Potter. And my family will say to me, “After all this time?” And I will say, “Always.”

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