Waiting for Freedom

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Torn apart but determined to be strong,
She's been waiting,
Waiting for so long,

When will it end?
She's been waiting,
Waiting for her heart to mend

She's continuing to fight,
She's been hoping,
Hoping with all her might

Has God heard her plea?
She's been hoping,
Hoping He'll set her free





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Raggedman said...
May 30, 2011 at 12:07 pm
interesting what is the inspiration?
 
aurorawriter replied...
May 30, 2011 at 12:13 pm
I'm reading the book Annexed by Sharon Dogar. You should read it it's a really good book.
 
aurorawriter replied...
May 30, 2011 at 12:14 pm
Wait this isn't my poem!
 
Raggedman replied...
May 30, 2011 at 12:15 pm
never heard of it
 
aurorawriter replied...
May 30, 2011 at 12:16 pm
Email me it's my username and it's gmail I'll send it to you that way.
 
Christany B. replied...
May 31, 2011 at 11:38 am
I know you were looking at the wrong poem, but if you want to know this poem was inspired by my struggle with anxiety and depression.
 
Lizzie_Q replied...
May 31, 2011 at 11:49 am
That's very cool- to be able to channel thoughts and feelings like that into a poem.
 
Raggedman replied...
May 31, 2011 at 11:51 am
It is good could you look at one of mine?
 
Lizzie_Q replied...
May 31, 2011 at 11:53 am
Yes- and my story Lost Treasures has been published on here! :D
 
Lizzie_Q replied...
May 31, 2011 at 11:54 am
Waiting for Freedom my poem has been posted so you can read it.
 
Lizzie_Q replied...
May 31, 2011 at 11:56 am
The sun burns me down my back and all over my hands. I grip tightly to the rocks I am carrying up the side of the quarry. I try not to be seen or heard any different from the rest of them. We are all the same in the Nazis minds.
Jews.
As I prepare to put my rocks down on the ground at the top of the quarry the Hauptarbeitsleiter- the head worker leader- pushes me back and I fall down the steep side of the quarry. When my head finally collides with the ground I black out.
... (more »)
 
Lizzie_Q replied...
May 31, 2011 at 12:02 pm
Sorry- I'm guessing that wasn't for me was it, Raggedman? Can you put who you are talking to at the end of your message?
 
Raggedman replied...
May 31, 2011 at 12:03 pm

sure  here it is

 

 

The sound of boots ringing on cobblestones fills the air,

I see shapes of men clad in grey marching down the street.

These are not men but images of things that were;

These are not men for they feel neither hope nor mercy.

These shades pass by carrying death in their hands and flags dyed with blood.

Their country burns at their hands yet they feel no remorse,

These unfeeling wraiths will fade in... (more »)

 
Lizzie_Q replied...
May 31, 2011 at 12:06 pm
You wrote about Der Fuher?! If you like writing about him you should watch the movie Der Untergang. It's very good. Btw you should take German- it's fun and then you can incorporate bits and pieces into your story to get more depth. If you Google livemocha you can learn any language you want for free.
 
Lizzie_Q replied...
May 31, 2011 at 12:09 pm
I have to go- I will be back on in 4 hours.
 
Christany B. replied...
Jun. 9, 2011 at 10:57 am

Raggedman

I really like the poem you posted. Good descriptions, few words, but you really painted a picture. I'm glad you mixed up my poem with another so that I could see it :) 

 
El_Fantom replied...
Jun. 9, 2011 at 10:59 am
Thanks I am glad you enjoyed it.
 
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