Prayer Flags The Society September 12, 2012 Poetry By Aubrey Henderson You battle with our demons in the dark. You wake up screaming from your troubled dreams. Memories of the dark day you embarked, On a journey far from the red regime, And left your homeland burning in despair, Cloud your judgment with endless fear and hate. The blood drenched land, their crying and their prayers, Beg you, asking, “When will this hell abate?” You’re forever holding the dying child, Your brother in your small arms as he fades, Alone in the dark, the howling wind is wild And cruel as a cold rain stabs in cascades. When she touched your heart she could not foresee, That compassion could make an enemy. Note from the Poet: This poem has to do with what my husband went though as a Tibetan in China, holding his brother as he died, while his mother was away at labor camp and everyone was starving, and the forced labor and torture that he went through. These memories and this sadness about what has happened to him, his family and his homeland still haunt him. Aubrey Henderson is a poet living in Utah. Click here for other poems by Aubrey Henderson. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Trending now: Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.