Faint Sorrow
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Katharine Booth,
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Poetry
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2007
Faint light glimmer from behind the stain glass,
Eyes- colour of ice- stare blankly and beyond.
Water drips from slits as the world just past,
Hands cling to remains of the mem'ry fond.
Immobile, hushed, undisturbed, inert,
Seeming calm- NO- raging battle inside.
Soldier in agony, part of one hurt,
This caused by a force we should not abide.
Unearthly wailing from far deep within,
Stop. A shudder. A gasp.
Breathless and soon,
Sound not be heard for any mortal sin.
The girl looks up, her sad sorrow consumes.
All this suffering for one simple fact,
Skin the colour of night, a ruthless act.