Open Poetry #39 |
As i walk toward my fate |
Walter Poe Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787 |
I hear my boots kicking up dust My eyes face forward toward the horizon behind me is my past i wish forgotten Death rides in my wake He follows me for he loves me He rides in the gun on my hip He sits in the blackness of my heart They say i'm fast thats all not deadly Not an angel of death they say i'm fast I try to think how many I have sent to him How many whose last sight had been my face But i have lost count Now i have become just an empty vessel Carrying their souls ever with me They sit in wait breath forever held They're waiting to be freed from me. They say i'm fast thats all not deadly Not an angel of death they say i'm fast Soon he will come, whose hand is quicker, whose eye is keener, whose nerves are calmer I guess we're a lot alike me and the souls inside We both wait for him We both wait with baited breath. He is our destiny Their saviour and mine. They say i'm fast thats all not deadly Not an angel of death they say i'm fast I cannot fall light lightly i am an angel I must fall in a blaze of fire and bullets Else i will not fall yet. One day i will join my friends on the hill I will stand before death himself And Look him in the eye On that day i will be a man. They say i'm fast thats all not deadly Not an angel of death they say i'm fast Until that day comes and it will i walk on. I do not look at my boots kicking up the dust I watch the horizon before me I see another small town coming up on me Another Gunfighter with an eye out for me Someday maybe soon i will stand before him But not today, not today. Do not go gentle into that good night. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
And hopefully, you'll walk many more miles. An interesting write, WP. It could even be the song of a modern day combat soldier. |
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