The clock ticks on the mantle
The seconds drip like rain
She wonders how much longer
Till he comes home again
How many more will falter?
How many more must weep?
Do many yearn so keenly?
Is any love so deep?
He’s fighting in a place where
The bullets fall like rain
And leave no time for wond’ring
If he’ll go home again
His hopes and dreams are shattered
By shellfire, guns and bombs
But does it really matter?
He has to carry on
The years tick by like seconds
That drip, drip, drip like rain
Each one becomes a bullet
Each bullet, a refrain
And each fresh hope lies shattered
As, even in his dreams
Her loving, soothing whispers
Recall their desperate screams
Author notes
My heartfelt sympathy to anyone who goes through this for real.
These characters are made up.
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The imagery in this was fantastic...I loved the references to rain
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I really enjoyed this write!
Best wishes in the contest and always!
Thanks so much for entering!
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Super! Love how you wrapped it up at the end.
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Oh I could so feel the emotional agony in this poem. Any one with a loved one overseas in the service will definately identify with this well written poem of lament. I very much enjoyed this heart felt poem.
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nice flow...
Liked where you were going here - supporting the troops and their loved ones just read too light for the subject matter; which made it confusing for me. I didn't really fell the loss, if that helps...
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