Falling upon calloused knees
Frozen lungs fight to breath
Anguish fills the silence
Then... the screams.
Sobbs violently shake my soul
Fists squeeze jagged nails,
into bleeding palms
As he's lowered to the hole...
Eyes shut tight behind closed swollen flesh,
replaying the vision of his broken bloody body.
Lifeless, twisted, contorted with pain....
Pathetic pleas unheard
Again.
Oh God why.
Author notes
Thoughts are not ever coherent during these moments,
only the returning unanswered question of why...
I had written this last night for this contest but when I tried to submit th page said error... this contest is now closed for judging.
So while this is labeled as a PW it's actually not ( not that it matters LoL)
A contest entry
- I want poems about grief here by trekkergirl.
400 points, ended May 19, 80 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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you are right PW doesn't matter. And you are correct when a person is grieving it doesn't have to make sense. Good write. Excellent imagery. I like this. I feel several emotions in this...
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WOW
So powerfully rendered, i feel as if i saw this scene up close and painfully personal..wow, as sad as this is, it's an excellent piece of writing my friend..
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Thanks, I'm not real pleased with it but at atleast I was able to write something...thoughts been kinds dry these days.
Hugz
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Such personal sorrow is beyond my knowledge to comment but it is so emotionally powerful.
Sheila
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Thank you Sheila for both your comment and understanding.
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