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COLD TALES OF THE INSURGENCY 🥶🤫🩸

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COLD TALES OF THE INSURGENCY 🥶🤫🩸

 

I wish it rained that day;
Although it was sometimes in May.

It was the day my world turned dark;
And my life was folded in a sack.

Everything happened within the blink of an eye;
There wasn’t even enough time for me to sigh.

Everyone I saw chatting and clattering in the market;
Were now moaning and groaning in brackets 

I saw whole bodies that were now mutilated;
Splattered blood, making me agitated.

I didn’t know whether to cry;
Or maybe I shouldn’t even try.

The masked executioners invaded my village;
Killing almost everyone, committing a sacrilege.

To date, I still wonder how the bomb missed me;
I guess somehow YAH’s protection was etched on me.

It is true survived the deathly visit;
But the grisly memory still brings its heat.

And even to this day,
I still wished it rained that day…


This poem was written by me in 2017 and I recently stumbled on it while rereading my journals.
I decided to share again as it struck me deeply as much as it did the first time I put it to paper.

I hope it thumps your heart as well, so much as it does mine, and you can decipher who it is to/ for.

Mind you, it’s all fiction.

Love, and Cece.

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