killing a wisper

sevensinssevensins Posts: 887
edited August 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
did he see, the knife enter his body?
does he know of flesh rip and tared?
did he see, his face hit the pavement?
did he die, or keep walking around?

do they see the bones in there bodys?
do they read the tags on there toes?
did you see the man fall?
swing from life to and frow.........to and frow........to and frow

did he watch, as the lights tured on?
did he feel the current pass through his vains?
did he feel the stares of the crowd?
as the pavement cushoned his brain.....

do they see the bones in his body?
did the bother to look at his face?
dissasembled pieces of body.
blood cold the silence is laced

did he watch as the bullet pierced his head?
does he relise the price payed by the lead?
so what does he see when he closes his eyes?
are there white puffy clouds, and overcast skies?
is the air in my brain letting out a last flash?
or is it it more comftorble to see nothing or ask?
killing a wisper that has lost his name
i will scream at the heavens
for some kind of rain
we die young
we die young
we die young
we die young
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Comments

  • bambi girlbambi girl Posts: 406
    wow, dont ever stop writing...ever. too talented to ever stop.

    amazing.
  • I lost my mother very young..this poem really hit home for me...Thank YOU!
    Don't need a raincoat, I'm already wet..
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