Memories Haunt
Never will I forget the day,
When my innocence died,
Why it happened I can not say,
But believe me I have tried.
These human lives were thrown away,
Consumed by these flames,
After this I could not pray,
Haunted by their exclaims.
I watched the hungry slowly die,
I heard the tortured scream,
To save myself I told a lie,
And settled to regime.
I watched my father escape me,
And die bit by bit,
I did too, to a degree,
And withered with each hit.
With little sleep I used to dream,
Of a life with no bell,
Where I would not have to scheme,
Just to leave this hell.
Just to leave this hell.
To this day I can recall,
My infernal nightmare,
How close I came to death’s call,
The boy I left right there.
-Lauren Browne