The light flickers at the window pane
A beacon for all to see
A lady peers out in the rain
Oh Lord, send him home to me.
The soldier looks up to the skies
Body crumpled to where he was thrown
Staring now with unseeing eyes
That will never again see home
The fisherman caught in a net of his weaving
Screaming his life at the sea
Fighting his death and still unbelieving
That this could be happening to me
The driver mangled in the remains
Of what was once was his pride
his life ran out with the blood of his veins
Alone, far from home when he died
A flickering light calling for shades of the past
Window glass steams with her breath
Though the night is so long it cannot outlast
The despair and denial of death.
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Tallisman (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is the last of the earlier ones taken down , or at least the last I feel worthy of reposting! As always, apologies if you have read this before…
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Another very good emotive write tallisman.
Andy
Cheers Andy😁
OMG. Yet another GREAT write. You got me scared thinking about death. I don't even want to think about it. You got something special my friend!!
Thanks Raven, I can be a bit morbid😄
LOL, Your welcome.. And then count me in to!!! Real quick.. I make poetry contest on this web site and when i post them they fill up fast because am always doing death, ghosts, skinwalkers.. shit like that but people love it!!
today in the news, there's a story
of a how a guy survived all night
in the sea with an overturn boat
by making an air bubble;
fate, is a harsh judge of a life's worth sometimes
while some
make miracles happen, clumsily
others
trip and break their neck, and dead...
(thanks for sharing, dear poet
another wonderfully emotive read
sorry I took it to a rather bleak and callous
place, in my comments
sadly my cynicism gets in the way
at times)
Hi LB, thanks for the comment👍
Well written Tallisman!
Thanks Shamrocker, much appreciated😄
The nature of death is incomprehensible. We know from a young age that things die, we accept that we will die, we even plan for it, and yet we can't really understand it. What a thought provoking write my friend!
Thanks Bella, glad you liked it👍
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