Dead Man Crying

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



  • Fay Slimm.

    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.

  • Neville

    ............ six expertly poemed verses collectively telling a tale of lost love and associated woe ............ N

  • Goldfinch60

    Wonderful emotive write Phil, I have been there.


  • orchidee

    A fine write Phil.

  • L. B. Mek

    a poignant tale of raw lament, you've penned dear poet..
    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'

  • Neville

    a love song from somewhere behind the darkest curtain ...

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