Stuck

Emma Briggs

Mar 25, 2018·1 min read

Been here for five years,

nothing to do, nowhere to go,

so far from anyone I’ve loved,

so far from hope.

Bullets fly at home,

the rest of the world hates me,

while here the men despair

and suicide.

At night I dream of my mother,

of a time before the war.

I fly away from the island

and I am free,

until I wake to see

the grim eyes of my brothers,

fists clutching to survive

one more day.

How much longer will I stay?

How much longer can I live?

For how much longer can you

ignore me?