Behind the wire
Watching
The keeper of life
Burdened by memories
Too terrible for mortal man
Asking only sanctuary
Crumbs to die free
Image of a woman and children
Long gone
Evoking anger
Passion long suppressed
Time running out
Glory be
The wire divides
The whistle echoes
Demons fight for the final time
Silence
Angels collect the remnants of time.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
This poem is a bucket of emotion full of leaks draining its contents in falling droplets. A powerful poem that falls freely in emotional associations.
Emotive day today around the world.
Paul, this one chills me…raw, solemn, and stripped of sentiment. You’ve given silence a body and it speaks loudly. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Sad time of the year.
It is. Indeed.
Good write Paul. We could each write a 'Silent Poem'. No words in it, and as few or many verses as we wish! Eh? lol.
My kind of poem. lol
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