TIGed

Switch headers Switch to TIGweb.org

Are you an TIG Member?
Click here to switch to TIGweb.org

HomeHomeExpress YourselfPanoramaLiving
Panorama
a TakingITGlobal online publication
Search



(Advanced Search)

Panorama Home
Issue Archive
Current Issue
Next Issue
Featured Writer
TIG Magazine
Writings
Opinion
Interview
Short Story
Poetry
Experiences
My Content
Edit
Submit
Guidelines
Living Printable Version PRINTABLE VERSION
by Hann, United States Aug 2, 2006
Peace & Conflict   Poetry

  

She didn’t know
but
when you run
out
of
strength

you crawl.

Dawn.
scrabble in the dust
words spin and fall
rebel rabble rubble
what’s re-ta-li-a-tion?

Look.
wilted trees
sun-shadowed sky
blackened ash of pawns this
desert horizon
without pity.

cover up, girl.
don’t lie there.
if you fall
crawl.

Then:
explosion
grown numb to that
ten years ago
rip
the scabs that never heal.
scream
too parched to make a sound

All talk is fluff here.
rat-tat 1,2 bang-bang life always the same.
why?

Then:
explosion
closer than expected
rip
walls falling apart
scream

freedom?

Get up, child.
Get up now.
Can you still
crawl?





 1     


Tags

You must be logged in to add tags.

Writer Profile
Hann


Hann is an amateur poet who writes when inspiration comes. She is passionate about the pathology of infectious diseases but maintains a lively interest in the human condition that often drives her work, be it in the sciences or the arts.
Comments
You must be a TakingITGlobal member to post a comment. Sign up for free or login.