Disturbing Things
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Samantha Swat, Grade 10, St John Bosco College -
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Poetry
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2018
Excellence Award in the 'Horizon of Dreams 2018' competition
The paint and plaster of my walls,
The ceiling, windows, curtains, and floors,
Are my only witnesses to the distressing calls
Of its bitten pilgrims and the dead man that died,
Amongst its own embodied, breath of doors.
For how I desperately wish,
The mute character of my modest sanctuary
Could share what it has seen.
For those oblivious, please listen, to the heart-numbing pain
Of those who live;
Inside the arms who can alas not give,
A single reassuring touch to those
Who cleanse it’s concrete skin, with flavourful tears-
Bled over the many, tender, empty years.
For this house has seen disturbing things.
But nobody, not one, to share what it has seen.