Analysis of Lost.

poem # 39.
Lost.

Mon. April 19.
At 2:40 AM. (2019)

((Part I))
So long my dearest hope of freedom
my eyes weep for you.
So long the days of memory fading fast
away.
Will we meet again someday? Or will we
lose our tune to play?
Forever distant freedom
is lost.
Is lost.
Is lost.

((Part II.))
I see the people in the crowds weep for
longing.
As the boxcars pull up I sense a coldness
in the air.
Harts are changing to mach the way the air
feels on their skin.
Cold eyes look around in fear for there life
but life left them long ago.
As they load the people like cattle in the boxcars, kids and parents alike I feel sad now because I'm just along for the ride.
When we got to the camp we were bound with physical chains along with emotional ones.
The guards said "stop" and the people did, the guards said "bow" and still the people did.
The weapons were put in a box that had
slashes engraved on it perhaps that stood
for the number of people who died or
perhaps that stood for the number of
people who gave up their freedoms.
They beat them and whipped them made them work like dogs, they fed them gruel and put out cigarets on there flesh.
Yes they tortured them endlessly bodies dropping to the ground but I can't feel sorry
now.

((Part III.))
As time grows near I see in your eyes you
think I'm mad, that this is heresy but "did it
not happen once before?" We stumble around in a darkness so pure
that it eats us away from the outside as soon as we are born. We don't see the beauty of a painting only
the value of it and that value is tethered to
are souls. So here in silence we wait for are assassin
to kill us all.
But I don't feel sorry, I feel remorse for you all, for the loss of freedoms but you gave them away before the tv said "we will give you cash money”.
But still the loss of life is great. It weighs down on me like an audience curtain, I speak the lost words that my heart bears to you but no words come out of my lips.
I'm deaf to the world as it's deaf to me my fading memory of happiness is forever lost
         in a sea of broken words     and slurred speech.
Forever lost. Forever lost.
Forever lost.
© Alex hart.