Why won't you hold out your hand
to retrieve me from the bloodied sand?
I can not see the skies above me
Though I hear the Falcon's scream
A cry of hate and outrage
from the horror played on war's stage
upon the shifting sands of Blame
arguments are snapped and strained
High above the Plains of Refuge
where all hope is subterfuge
The Falcon circles restlessly
awaiting a cease to Fallacy
His cool eye rests upon my brow
and though I could not tell you how
I felt His gaze and He cried out
urging my reply, I shout
And after my pained rasping breath
I screamed of curdled, bloody death
and soon I felt His beating wing
and heard the Sirens softly sing.
Author notes
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Blarg?
Comments
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Very interesting title of the poem. There are good rhymes too. A lot of pain and emotions
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Wow.....lots to ponder here.....emotional write with a touch of honesty and truth inside.....your depth is courageous.....thank you for sharing.....God bless you,
Bear ~
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thank you for reading. :]
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