Trophies Of Upheaval Poem by Jennifer Batch

Voices shout like barbaric drums pounding in her head
A resounding scream sends shivers
Turning the blood in her veins a pure icy cold
Wailing fills the air like the wind howling in the darkened night
Cries cascade upon her ears like water falling off a mountain height
Nothing she can say or do will stop this awful happening
Hands placed tightly over her ears, the sounds cannot be muffled
Prayers sent up to heaven seem to fall upon deafened ears
Cradled in her own arms gently she rocks to and fro
Waiting for the madness to leave victoriously
Carrying with it trophies of upheaval and broken wounded spirits
Which are left behind to face the uncertainty of the coming day
As voices shouting like barbaric drums pounding in her head
Slowly fade away leaving behind a darkened, overbearing, ever-present mood