The Iraqi Child

Sometimes I travel deeply into myself

as though obsessed I am aware of the danger

I find things hidden in the soft folds of flesh

as though hiding from the freshness of light

and as I encounter these strange, deep feelings

I meet not only myself

but someone stricken through with all the

raw emotion and pain

common surely to people all over

I meet the Iraqi child

O God, the Iraqi child, have mercy!

At times I wish only to be bright

one who skips and bounds on the surface

one who laughs with childhood glee

but then, Oh the Iraqi child

Oh God, the Iraqi child, have mercy

written by edenbray  07.02.1991


About edenbray

I've always enjoyed writing and thats all I want to do... .. . I’m not sure why I stopped writing, was it 9/11? .. . Eden Bray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions. The effluence of my short life .. . I'm a Writer and Artist - since 1966, now a Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . please join the shebang but more importantly please leave me a marker with a comment for my ego and my encouragement :- thanks, edenbray
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