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April 6, 2008

 

my eyes

crisp
from the
day’s
sun

from
devastation’s
fires

from
cruel vision
of
relentless
horror

scorched
by
vicious
awareness
of
sentenced
gaze

take refuge
in this
heavy
late evening
dew

settling
like a
shroud

diaphanous

opaque

obscuring

I am
sustained
by this
damp
cool
pall

that
descends
upon me

wraps ‘round
my
pained
countenance

fevered
with fatigue

crippled
with despair

driven
by a
faint
memory
of honor

of duty

of
human dignity

I
stumble

broken
by
this sin
I
shoulder

this
perversion

not of
my
making

but
of my
charge

my sin

conceived
and
unleashed
by those
who
would
impose
their will

their
twisted
utopic vision

who would
advance
their agenda
of
domination

those
who
would
take it

all

who would
rule
the world

a world
now
broken

corrupted
by their
vision

spoiled
by their
vanity

a world
in
chaos

I have
but
this
bloodied
ruin-riddled
highway
of
deepening
nocturne

of
dying
dreams

crushed
innocence

destruction

death

of my
duplicity

of my
guilt

of
burdened
shame

and so

I
stumble on

saturated
with
this
falling evening

with
this
drenching sorrow

slinking

in
exhausting
alert

hollow

empty

into this
coming
night

and
the
next night

and
the night
that
follows

that always
follows

captive
on this
road
of
murder

of
mounting evil

of
brutal
human
arrogance

prisoner
of
this
lost highway

seeking
forgiveness

 

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17 comments

  1. damn… you did it again.. this is freaking amazing… i read it out loud and … damn… that is all i can say……


  2. wow this was a very powerful read. Wonderful.


  3. stirring work – thoughtful – I particularly picked upon the road to disaster – nice work!!


  4. “not of my making, but of my charge….of brutal human arrogance, prisoner of this lost highway, seeking forgiveness.” if this does not say it all.

    i have no words for this except it was incredible. i felt the pain, the sorrow, the guilt, the anger…

    i’ve often wanted to pen something that would properly do justice the emotion of the soldiers fighting this war…yet no proper words ever came.

    after reading this, it is quite evident that i will not be able to surpass nor even write it just as well….this was excellent.


  5. A post full of a passionate fear.
    Excellent.


  6. All of our fears – but felt more lightly in our comfortable homes than the fear of the narrator. All of our guilt in submitting to such tyranny – but felt more lightly because we have not had to pull the trigger. Am I interpreting this correctly? At any rate, it is powerful poetry.


  7. Wooo This almost reads like ongoing blasts from a gun.

    Absolutely dynamic!

    Gemma


  8. Awesome read! Thanks.

    shapely ghosts


  9. exquisite writing, dark and human filled with our deep madness –thank you


  10. I can’t imagine what the soldiers over there are feeling… yet, your poem speaks for them so eloquently.
    Bravo…


  11. I like how these voices are so literally “shoved to the side”. thanks-


  12. I appreciated the descending lines of feelings resulting from being associated with such happenings.

    Powerful, soul rendering, and moving.


  13. As a previous commenter said, this feels like a machine gun firing the bullets of brutality into the soft skin of the reader. That is a testament to the success of this piece. Well written!


  14. powerful words, brutal as they are real, provoking an ache inside which one could not shed off even with heavy tears


  15. i do not have the words to describe how amazing this is…


  16. This is a powerful write. The last line is my favorite.


  17. Minimalist mode invokes the bitternee of the soldier’s plight. “Prisoner of this lost highway seeking forgiveness” is a powerful description of man’s fated warrior mindset and a magnificiently wise quote to be quoted often. Thank-you.



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