Dead Man Crying
I saw a dead man crying
both his hands upon his face.
No life remained without her love
no love without her embrace.
I saw that dead man crying.
His tears fell like gravel stones.
Nothing remained worth living
as he grieved upon her bones.
I touched that dead man crying.
His emptiness froze my hand.
The only life he knew was gone.
He was bound for no-man’s land.
I heard the dead man crying.
I swear he said "I’m sorry."
Without life in his body
his sounds were horrifying.
I saw that dead man crying
as they pried his hands apart
blood red hands and eyes of blue.
His face? It broke my heart.
I saw that dead man crying.
It was a face that I knew well.
I could not live without her love
and now, I’m bound for Hell.
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Author:
MendedFences27 (
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- Category: Love
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Comments6
You pen this tale of lament so well my friend with excellent rhyming and such a surprise ending I have to read it again so into my faves it goes.
............ six expertly poemed verses collectively telling a tale of lost love and associated woe ............ N
Wonderful emotive write Phil, I have been there.
Andy
A fine write Phil.
a poignant tale of raw lament, you've penned dear poet..
'loss
is a source of detachment
from one's self
so taxing and exacting
we can only laud
those few
who climb
out of its rubbles and find the strength
to once more, taste
life's unmistakeable breath'
a love song from somewhere behind the darkest curtain ...
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