Easter Eggs (Bosnia-1993)

[Gamin]

This poem is about bombarding on the Easter of 1993 where I almost got killed. Please let me know what you think about my poem. Thank you!

Easter Eggs

Each small, each influential,
each different, but the same.
The way they come down,
producing that crumble sound.

They came from all over,
and they were grey,
their acute tips
demanding to be hit.

There I was in the pot,
dashed with a red dye.
Death was so generous,
I can’t forgive her for that.

Gamin

[Ebru]

I don't have a clue about poems, sounds good to me

did that really happen? poor thing

[SuzieHarris]

You have the power to educate people like me, who, thank God, have never eperienced things like this.

Keep writing!

Suzie

[Mini]

WOW

Life must seem so precious after that.

Mini

[Gamin]

WOW

Life must seem so precious after that.

Mini

I don't have a clue about poems, sounds good to me

did that really happen? poor thing

Please don't sympathize me. I just want to tell you what I went through and hopefully you can learn something from my experiences without going through them.

The war made me a better person. It made me appreciate my life more and live every day like it's my last. That specific day was one of the biggest bombarding in the war where over 200 M-63 rockets hit the city in less than a one hour. I was in the classroom at that time which was in the local supermarket. The government used the educational facilities as hospitals during the war so they made classrooms in government owned supermarkets that were closed. We had no protection there. The lengthy supermarket windows were covered with an old plywood board. It was one of the most intense days in my life.

It's shocking how quickly your life can go from normal to nonsensical. Some circumstances were so unordinary that I thought I was in a dream.