Reading What I Wrote

Reading What I Wrote

Feed back about my work has been mixed lately, those that liked it read it aloud; those who didn't like it didn't. Once my poems were read aloud, those that didn't suddenly did. So, I post this advice: read my poems out loud, you might just hear something you didn't know was there...

Friday, February 15, 2013

Lost Time

I took a walk through a war scene
Crawled out of a ravine
To meet someone with images of gore
Reliving the Civil War
Through the passage of time, path upkept
Tears, it seems, are still being wept
Places, times, and paths all marked
And with time, they are all remarked
So that people like me can walk through time
Relive the past, out of the ravine climb
To find ourselves alive and well
Out of the ravine known as hell
Luckier than the 700+ dead
Who took bullets to the head
Believing that their side was right
Wanting to help end the fight
Constantly marching towards their death
Tired, hungry, completely out of breath
I can't believe these men kept moving
When their situation was not improving
I would have stopped in my track
Turned, run, high tailed it back
But the men who died that faithful day
Kept on fighting, come what may
I mourn their deaths and their deeds
And pray that history does not repeat.

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