Dark Poetry #2 |
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Look into the eyes of a dying man.... |
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ChainedAngel Member
since 2000-01-07
Posts 55tx |
![]() I held him closly that night no matter who he was A dying man on our third night in Vietnam I wiped away his tears as he began gently to cry "Please, tell me the truth. Am I gonna die..." I looked deeply into his eyes as they stared endlessly into space I felt the blood die gently as his heart took its last pace His head quietly dropped His eyes slightly open his life suddenly stopped his name left unspoken Have you ever looked into the eyes of a dying man Maybe he was a husband, a father, a chicago bears fan, or maybe he was a schoolteacher up in the big city of new york Maybe his hair was his best feature could've been mr. popular or the high-school dork As i searched his bloodshot eyes for some type of reply They looked lifelessly past me into the sky I looked all over to find his nametag on the ground His name was Private Richardson, and i hope heaven, he found. I laid him softly on God's bloodstained earth And as i started to slowly walk away I felt as though i was given new birth As i looked into the eyes of a dying man It still haunts me this day everytime i hear the thunder it seems the image won't go away it still leaves me to wonder Looking into the eyes of a dying man causes so much pain to see the life bieng sucked away blood silenced in the vein In the eyes of a dying man.... ![]() There is a dream inside a dream. I'm wide awake the more I sleep. You'll understand when I'm dead - B. Warner |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
CA - this is a poem that possesses much strength... I laid him softly on God's bloodstained earth And as i started to slowly walk away I felt as though i was given new birth As i looked into the eyes of a dying man wow, what a moment, what an effect. No one should have to suffer through that. Thanks for sharing your words here... K |
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ChainedAngel Member
since 2000-01-07
Posts 55tx |
Thanks for replying severn. Your compliments are greatly appreciated. I was trying to write a poem that would make you picture a story through your own eyes, to try to experience it in your own way. CA There is a dream inside a dream. I'm wide awake the more I sleep. You'll understand when I'm dead - B. Warner |
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