Age of the sacred terror

by Mrs Reynolds- far from fixed   Aug 5, 2005


*this poem was actually written by my boyfriend*

the air is warm...
the west is a demon
my hands are cold...
the west is a demon
Allah is with me...
the west is a demon
I'm all alone...
the west is a demon

the promised land.
paradise is waiting
I'm joining my brothers...
paradise is waiting
i know this is right...
paradise is waiting
i know i`ll make it...
paradise is waiting

This is the place.
but I'm only eighteen.
the fuse wires touch.
i want to go back.
detonation is coming.
Ive wasted my life...
a deafening crack...
through darkness i fall

Paradise is cold...
my body is warm
Allah is waiting...
i open my eyes
this place is different.
I'm in a police cell...now theres a surprise!

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  • 17 years ago

    by C Cattaway

    This is different, but it works too. Good choice to put it on the site. Well done. xx

  • 17 years ago

    by Sarah Ann

    Excellent, excellent once again. The structure of this poem was different and so heart-filling. I worship Allah and just the mention of him filled my soul with pride and gave a powerful effect to the whole poem. This bit of poetry can be portrayed in many ways. Keep up your spectacular writes! 5/5

  • 18 years ago

    by Brittany

    Wow, you and your boyfriend have alot of talent. I give alot of credit to him.. I can't write like that.. only sad things and in the same structure.

    tell him its writen beautifully.

  • 18 years ago

    by Marine Wife

    excellent poem... keep it up

  • 18 years ago

    by Solace

    Very nicely written. 5/5 nothing less. Hope both of you keep writing and take care (always))xx:

    *> : PainOfOne

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