Mama's Despair

by BlackRoseAngel7172

this is a poem(Yeeeeaaaaaa, not so good) i wrote based on the book 'Farewell to Manzanar' by Jeanne Wakatsuki Houston. It's written in Mama's point of view while she was in the camp. overall it's sorta depressing, but that's how i thought she felt. WARNING! my poetry may not be that good

The cold, harsh wind cuts into my skin as I sit here thinking.

Thinking of the way things could have been if we weren't here.

We could have been smiling, laughing, hugging.

Now all that's left is despair.

There is change, change everywhere.

So different from before.

No fish from my husband, no kids playing in the yard.

No more of me standing on the shore.

Now all that's left is despair.

There is the oath, they were sworn to take.

My son, standing there looking at his father, and

My husband yelling "Get your head in the game!"

For if the wrong choice was made, they would be sent to that other land

Now all that's left is despair.

There is the alcohol, the beating, the yelling,

Separating my family more.

There are no more family dinners,

Of this I am sure.

Now all that's left is despair.

The wind doesn't cut my skin anymore as I sit here thinking.

Thinking of the way my life is here.

The food, the people, the mountains.

As I shed a single tear.

And as I look up and see the lonely people passing by, I know

There will always be despair.