Marching for Sorrow
By Talin Mari
Through the depths of desperation, I walk with hope.
Through the hills, lifelessly abandoned, I nod my head.
What is to become of the life that I once loved so dear?
What is to happen to all those that lived without fear?
I walk with my head hung low.
I walk as my legs endlessly ache.
I walk because I have no choice.
Hope begins to fade as I hear the echoes of my steps.
Hope becomes my enemy as I see many fall behind me.
When will I wake from this day that I feel will be my last?
When will I next hear the precious laugh of my daughter?
My heart aches from the emptiness.
My heart aches from the lives lost.
My heart aches because of my pain.
Secretly, I remember how I had hidden my precious love.
Secretly, I remember how I told my neighbor where she was.
Would the neighbor save my only love left, my young child?
Would she feel the kindness in her heart, despite her leader?
My mind drifts among the hills.
My mind empties among fear.
My mind hurts when it thinks.
“Stop!” the man yells with an overpowering mocking holler.
“Stop!” the man approaches us with his sword unleashed.
Am I to see the day of light again among my favorite friends?
Am I to walk among these hills again with my love, my child?
Silence surrounds me.
Silence fills these hills.
Silence is within me.
Goodbye my love….