I love poetry, but for some reason, when I try my hand at it, everything comes out so depressing, that one might cry.
Nevertheless, I am going to put it here for your critique. My little things are not really poetry, I wouldn’t dare call it that way, but just little try-outs. Torah, Jewishness, Israel are usually my subjects. So here it goes:
He took me. They took revenge.
We are on the move again.
Who will ever ask me?
Half my life I was praying for children
Here’s my tiny sweet bundle, the second one
Why do I have to die NOW?
Only two of them I gave birth to
All of them are now my children
For eternity I am crying for them.
No matter how You are trying to hide them
Your sins will scream from the walls of your house
With bleeding windows
Pools of blood around mizbeach.
The blood is of a lamb, the guilt is yours.
Cry for forgiveness.
These are my little Haiku. Hopefully, sometime I will be able to write in a more cheerful tone.