The walls speak to me.
How long will they continue to haunt me:
The agonizing, helpless cries
They are screaming, yelling my name.
What more do they have to lose?
They have continued from the time they started to the moment I thought it was over,
It was then that my torture commenced.
It began on the day I know as the beginning of the end.
The sky rained like the child that cried in his mother’s arms that day.
The water bullets were acid on my arms and face, as I stared at the people just feet away.
I was a zombie.
The first tragic shot deafeningly screamed out of the guns surrounding the victims
When I suddenly screamed NO!
I was now part of the enemy, facing death as I threw myself in front of what I thought
Was my ex-targets.
Shots sang to me wishing death.
I opened my eyes and saw a lone familiar child facing me.
The boy watching me, my comrades watching me
Both waiting for my move.
Soon the ground was RED from the blood that ran from the child’s body, just
Like chocolate syrup on my ice cream at home.
That was my prize, the prize for the lifeless, still body of the child that just moments
Ago was crying in his comforting mother’s arms.
His tears caused the rain that day
Those drips and drops left SCARS,
I see him everywhere I go.
I wanted him to live
Why didn’t I?
I was forced, into the whole war!
I chose my life…….over his
He deserved to live.
I KILLED HIM.
His voice is everywhere, judging me; always glaring each time ice cream is near.
He was my little brother……
I celebrated it, and tried to forget
But I cannot.
I LOVED HIM
I killed him.
I cannot forget him.
HE WON’T LET ME FORGET HIM