The Resistance

a poem about a dream

By Samantha DeBatesPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read

Rust, dirt, sweat,

Familiar smells to us.

I have to protect you,

They’re coming.

My brother and friend,

Why do we run?

To fight for freedom,

Ours and theirs.

The train arrived,

We have to hurry.

You go ahead,

They’re almost here.

Steam from below,

Only I know the secret.

I have to grab the blankets,

The only defense.

I’m too late,

At least you’re safe.

Continue to fight them brother,

They’re here.

Hello everyone! I am a 24 year old dog groomer from North Dakota. Fantasy, fiction, and poetry are my favorite genres to read and write for.

Someday I hope to finish a book! Fingers crossed! :)

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