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The Broken Lamp

October 14, 2016
By Rohann SILVER, Lucknow, Iowa
Rohann SILVER, Lucknow, Iowa
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Favorite Quote:
Give your heart to love and hands to serve.



Her fingers clutched mine,
as footsteps approached,
and voices overwhelming,
became insurmountable.

All I could recall was,
father scrounging the shelf,
for orange pill of eternal sleep,
as raindrops pierced the ceiling.

The little he whined of his clumsy hands,
as he fed Adam the eldest,
Malory the maid,
that hid in the attic since a fortnight.

My mother swallowed,
and then me,
and the last thing to entice me was
the lamp that lay broken.

The lamp that fell,
as the capped men with silver knifes
and muddy boots,
walloped the front door.

 


The author's comments:

The wars are inevitable but the sword of humanity isn't so hard to sway.


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