A poem depicting my Uncle's last days.


The room is silent...
Tranquility and serenity hang precariously within the placid air
Just out of reach...
if I could but only raise my hand...

A teardrop falls elegantly to the floor.
A lamentation of memories forsaken.

* * * * * *


Fear caresses my mind
Is it time...?

* * * * * *
Trapped...
The Martyr's descend
My screams are silenced
Freedom is nigh

* * * * * *

Bring forth thine blade!
Exact thine might
Whilst the Martyr's sing
A chorus of unjust tribulation

I loathe thee not

* * *

BEHOLD!
Mine soul bleeds true
Lest I be forgotten forevermore

I shall remain immortal
In the memories of mine brethren.

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©February, 2010
~Tyler

This is exactly right!! ....RIP daddy...

Excellent write......