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.
-
Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 11th, 2026 05:18
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 4
- Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett, Teddy.15
Offline)
Comments2
Behind the wire evokes images of a war front of old. Combined with the timing of commemoration of the fallen this comes to mind. Memories to terrible for mortal man another reminder of war. The line that took me most was the last "Angels collect the remnants of time." truly poetic Paul. Very nicely done.
Paul this is absolutely beautiful my friend. 🌹
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.