Witness (free-verse poem)
Have you ever witnessed,
A bullet just before it hits?
Have you ever witnessed,
A car just before it crashes?
Have you ever witnessed,
A life being cut short?
I have.
I've seen their eyes,
How they are illuminated by a radiant light.
How everything in their life seems to past them by.
I have also seen how peaceful they look,
When their life is claimed...
That look of peace, I will never sustain.
I look now at you,
Covered in your finest clothes,
Being carried to your grave.
I look at you now,
With a smile on your face,
Like the one you always wore.
I keep my tears inside,
Not wanting to join my sorrowful family.
Oh how I cry,
When your gone away!
How I wish I could embrace you tightly,
Before you pass away.
I walk out in the cold,
Looking towards the night sky,
Do you know how it feels,
To be a witness?
-R.I.P
 Arteamisia · Wed Jul 15, 2009 @ 10:40pm · 0 Comments |
