Open Poetry #28 |
Heroic Man |
cusick Senior Member
since 2003-07-27
Posts 668 |
Over in a couple of months you said. After an eternity of apprehension, fear is a living thing, dragging me into constant despair Your remembered smile bringing pain impossible to bear. Now, the rap on the door. Ice touches my heart as fingers tremble on yellow. The final reaper takes his toll. Possessing the soul of a heroic man. |
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angelblueyes Member Elite
since 2003-07-19
Posts 2148Oklahoma |
Oh wow!!This is depp.Very well done. angelblueyes |
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SharaRose Member Elite
since 2003-07-19
Posts 2501Somewhere out there~ |
This made me think of the hands of an elder man I met once. His fingers were yellow from the stain of cigarette smoke, but the stain didn't touch his soul. We was a very wonderful man. MY grandfather!!!! A wonderful, wonderful human being!!!!!!! grandpa!!!! SharaRose @-->-- Of sound, and speech let all lift the hearer! |
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