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Lamentations: Exiled Israelite (Realistic Fiction) Lost and Forever Alone

November 21, 2013
By LivyNewhall DIAMOND, Palm Coast, Florida
LivyNewhall DIAMOND, Palm Coast, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
"Be the change that you want to see in the world" - Mahatma Gandhi


I am alone.

In Jerusalem,

In my home,

I am alone.

I can only rely on myself;

There is no one whom I connect with.

I cannot trust anyone,

They are all deceivers;

Waiting for me to drop something for them to steal.

They will not break me,

Though I am poor,

They will not rob me of what I have.

They all preach that god's rule this world;

They are wrong.

No god or gods rule this world;

Only people rule this terrible place.

People seem to think that riches bring them happiness,

That children bring them happiness.

There is no happiness in this place,

Not for me.

What is there to be happy about?

Nothing.

Just when I think things cannot get worse Jerusalem receives a prophet.

False?

Well of course,

They are all false.

This one calls himself Jeremiah.

He weeps;

He is very unhappy.

I do not care for him.

He tells me to believe in God.

I spit in his face.

There is no God.

If there were,

I would not be so unhappy.

I would be rich,

I would have children,

I would have friends.

Not even then would I be happy;

Happiness does not exist within my world.

He is another deceptor;

He lies to us all.

He tells us that if we do not turn to God,

We will be punished.

Punished for what?

Our crimes?

Who is to say that we have committed crimes?

What is his business here?

I wish he would go;

He is only adding to my misery.

Our city starts to fall

I am certain Jeremiah has done this to us.

Some how some way,

He has caused this to happen.

I look about me and see nothing but ash.

This place is caked in soot;

The ashes of fortunes,

Of beautiful homes,

Of families.

We fall to the ground;

Hunger making us weak in the knees.

Children ask their mothers for food,

They are given no reply.

Instead they are eaten.

Priest and prophets are killed in the sanctuary.

What kind of curse has caused this to happen?

No God has done this,

This has been done by enemies.

I thought I was in misery before,

My feelings then pale in comparison to my feelings now.

Will this place ever return to beauty?

Will we ever see a meal again?

We are forced into exile.

What kind of God would allow us to be forced into exile?

What kind of God is that?

There is no God.

We are told to make friends with these people,

Told that it is what God wants.

I will not submit.

These people are not my friends,

This place is not my home.

I will never believe in a God.

Why should I?

I have not been given happiness.

I have not been given love.

Am I not allowed these things?

Why should anyone be given happiness except for me?

If there was a God I would have these things.

I would not be so miserable.

I never have,

Never will,

Believe.


The author's comments:
I wrote this piece for my Bible class. We were asked to create a work of fiction based on the Book of Lamentations that told the story of the fall of Jerusalem from the perspective of an exiled Israelite.

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