1989

I wrote this poem on the plane tonight. It´s about Stalin´s regime and life under the Iron Curtain.

1989

I remember my younger days
Were the ashes of fire grew higher
Crowds and streets with empty praise
If they practice truth in the mirror, they´re a liar

I remember the iron curtain
Blocking any ray of sun
When crazy mind´s were the only sane
and you could´t trust anyone

I remember childhood dreams
That died for each year that I grew
A time when ends justified the means
and what joy meant no one knew

I remember beliefs forced upon me
Until I was convinced they were my own
When being a alive was the same as being free
Feeling unsafe under the roof of my home

I remember the color red
On the ground and on the flag
I remember the tears I shed
When I lost the few good things I had

I remember being scared
To sell my soul by mistake
To become like the people I feared
and not realize until it was too late

I remember a foreign earth
Across borders, beyond the wall
Where no one decided what a life was worth
I remember waiting for the barricade to fall

I remember my younger days
Memories burned into my mind
I remember the crowds and streets of heavy praise
When the fog lifted in 1989

Reviews

[Adam Adams]

Amazing...

It's always amazing to read such poetry that has some potential to take readers to their own pasts or to their own olden memories of past-life. Very beautiful write you've come up with. I guess, the title's the foremost thing that's seemed itself quite eye-catching .. & the way you end the write's breathtakingly splendid. Enjoyed reading it!

[Johanna]

wow Adams.. thank you so much.. so glad you liked it. Yes I think it is a good thing to be able to read a poem and put oneself in someone else´s shoes

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Well you did more than great job. My self I was live at comunistic bohemia . I member on secret police when they entrance to our home. Cause my parents organize underground. concert . Inever forget this tense at night streets . Thank you you write this you describe my feeling on my childhood where all my memories are mix with pain and joy.

[Johanna]

Wow I can´t believe it, thank you for saying that. I did my best to put myself in other´s shoes.. but I wasn´t quite sure it was good enough since I´ve never been in that situation myself. Thank you for reading, I´m glad it seemed to describe it for you, -Johanna