No man's land
never held the
dancing silhouette
of your phantom enemy
you said
capturing men
in the criss cross
of its palms
sending them back to earth
chanting "dust to dust"
This truth did not
set me free
you said
it threw away the key
locked me up instead
but how come
we never see the
monster's shadow
that swallows you everyday
eats cities whole
and brings the most powerful
to their knees
don't tell me
that you are the sole victim
of the atomic bomb
of a beast you describe
tell it to show its face
if it wants us to surrender
we have to have something
to fear
and one man
doesn't count here

fight the non-existent beast
with your non-existent army
we do not run
from hidden faces
it is scared I tell you
of real people
are just small
you lost the letter
of your drafting
forgot all of the names
there is not a trace
of what brought you here
not the slightest scent
of what is against you
against all of mankind
we all must be blind
if what was left
was killed off
if you are the only survivor
of a genocide
that nobody ever heard about

Forgive us
if you are not insane
if the monster is just
good at its job
because in the movies
nobody ever believes
never sees
and we are left
screaming at the screen
if that was me
we say
I wouldn't be so passive
and let them control me
I will not die
there will always
be someone that
will believe my truth
that only sounds of lies
that is what we say
but I need good reason
for why your eyes shift
when you study
your own reflection
why you flinch
when a mirror confronts you

I will be your truth seeker
your believer
I will see your invisible monster
if you lead me to him
let me hear the scratching
of its breath
bring up the bodies
and show me something
it can be your eyes
if you want
but only if they are real

I will save you
if your'e dying
catch you
if you're falling
hear you
if you're crying
but you are alive
as you can be
with your feet planted
firmly on the ground
and as far as I know
the nightmares have passed
do you tell me everything?

you swore you felt
the ground beneath you
that the clock ran by your side
I whisper secrets
to the others
of how I figure
it was all a dream
and they whisper back
that they agree

everything is intact
yet you still
lift your clothing
to show us the scars
that seem to disappear
when exposed to light
I guess they healed
when nobody was looking
we will look down
and exchange skeptical
glances over dinner
we have a code now
of clinking forks
against plates
we know what we are saying
among ourselves

clink, clink, clink
I don't believe him

go on telling
the stories of your
close encounters with death
how you could feel the wind
of the bullet
it was so close
but you have nothing
to show
days and days
of the torture
of uncertainty
there was nothing
you could do
you know
you say
trying the camouflage
yourself with the rest of us
that you think it's crazy too
how everybody died those days
except for you

history did not
have time to catch up
the books were set aflame
all of the lives
go unclaimed
because the families
could not face the fact
that they wouldn't be remembered
the ink spilled across the page
and was thrown into
the glass covered ocean
sunk to the bottom
drowned in the fire
burned in the sea
there was nothing
only you
and your words
that you spit at us
hoping for there
to be a change

We are tired

if I give you the truth
will you keep it?
hold on to it as if
your life depended on it
because it does?

don't let it stay with you
until you're dead
what if I told you
that the war your fighting
is all in your head

Join the Discussion

This article has 6 comments. Post your own now!

WhittyKitty This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Dec. 16, 2013 at 12:17 am
I love, love, LOVE this! So POWERFUL and... just... oh my gosh, I've got no words. 
Pargaran said...
Oct. 27, 2013 at 10:58 pm
Whoa, amazing free verse. I really liked that! The ending gave me shivers; you brought it all together so well. But I must agree with ramona7...at times it was a little hard to understand. But maybe that just makes it more appealing!
RainyMood This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Oct. 28, 2013 at 8:31 pm
you made my day...ha ha thanx :)
ramona7 said...
Oct. 27, 2013 at 4:58 am
THE LAST PARAGRAPH IS SIMPLE SMASHING!!!! to tell the truth, your poem is somewhat....uh...let's say.....one needs to really comprehend what you are trying to say....maybe a few punctuation marks will do you good...but otherwise...it's of a very good quality....the theme is good ^_^
RainyMood This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Oct. 27, 2013 at 12:52 pm
Wow thanks a bunch....and I will def. Keep that piece of advice in mind. Thank you
ramona7 replied...
Oct. 28, 2013 at 12:15 am
you are always welcome!!!!
bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback