They came one day with guns and told us our country didn’t belong to us. They took our houses and our lands. They shot those who resisted. They captured the moon and tortured it until it bled silver. Friends and relatives fell like tree leaves in the autumn.
We grew up with an invisible, yet impenetrable wall that wouldn’t let us stand in the ground that was ours. I saw the soldiers. I saw their guns. I felt the pain and their hate. Time didn’t bring relief. It didn’t bring peace. Only oblivion. For less people care now. They’ve accepted thing as they are. It is easier for them. But there is still a hollow place inside of us. Still a black spot where the moon used to be.
Tags: creative words, cyprus, life stories
wow, thats amazing
Well done!
Thank you
x
beautiful hun, simply beautiful <3
I wuv your writings~
how are you btw?
Love it, as always dear! Very sad business though. Hope we find a resolution soon… x
awww <3 <3 {hugs}
Thanks!
College’s over, yay! They keep me very busy at work, though.
How did your exams go?