
This is a personified poem during the Civil War about a photograph's point of view. WARNING: Do not read if you are sensitive, easily disturbed, or cry easily. Trust me, I made some one cry with this. Written by: Raven Whisperer
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Angst - Words: 186 - Published: 05-09-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3021103
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Cheese Larinan
Period 5 Social Studies 8H
McBride
7 April 2012
Photograph
I hear you mumble
Prayers of goodbye?
Maybe luck.
All I know is you cry over me every night
Soaking me with your sorrow or spilled blood
I don't know who it is who makes you cry
But I bet they want you to be brave
After you finish and straighten up
You shove me in the only place I know
The pocket over your heart shrouded in darkness
The quiet thump-thump of your nervousness is audible
Step. Step.
Click
Open
Drop
Your death-bringer is loaded
You shove your emotions and morals aside to make way for violence and your secret hunger for death
Just like Lincoln who put aside his love for his brothers for emotionless dominance over their disagreement
Like Davis who rebelled to protect what he secretly knew was wrong
Blam!
The battle begins, jarring me from my thoughts
Blam! Blam!
One brother is down
Blam!
Another
You and I both know this fighting is pointless
But to you, what do I know?
I'm just a photograph.
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