Here I stand, among the bones
Of those who thought their time was up
Who ceased the mortal battle.
Their voices are carried away on sea foam
That lives a day, then dies at night;
And is never reborn.
Bleached and wasted, ready to bury
These remnants are unfamiliar to I
Who stayed her hand to fight.
I see their faces in my sleep
Hear the crunch of gravel und’r my feet.
Where have they gone? and can I follow?
Their laughter and their life have ceased.
Here I stand, among the bones,
Of those who never truly knew
The battles I fought for them,
and you.
Who thought their time was surely up.
Who ran into walls, and out of luck.
YOU ARE READING
Parts of Me
PoetryWhenever you read one of my poems You hold a part of me, And it hides in my brain or beating heart Now I give it to thee. You may hold this precious Part For a while, at least. So treat it well, respect my thoughts, And there shall be a peace. For i...
