A Poem to Syria

Did you once call me your home fondly?
Wear me proudly in your heart?
Did you live humbly a little life
To raise a family in me?

I held your hope, you knew me through and through.. as I knew you
Your memories of good and bad
Happy, sad.. with me

Now all we shared is just a pile
Of rubble shrouded in the dust
As the whole world was looking on
Your little family and me.. Kaput

All of your friends gave up on us
Where are they now? We just don’t know
But you’re still here somehow and what is left?
It’s all just gone, torn out from me

Author: halfthegirlblog

Poet, storyteller, songwriter, photographer, artist, lonely dreamer, despairing believer in God. I am trying to rebuild my life after some bad times and mental health issues.

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