A Man in His Tomb

A Man in His Tomb

"Their eyes!" He cried, "they pull me to my grave!"
        Flesh for flesh, I turn and breathe in gray
"I bathe in their sins," he wept, "begotten by their skin."
        I cry for help from God: 'save this man, he is drowning!'
"Without my sight how will I see to swim?" He asks.
            Ashes cover his temple.
    Like a dead man in his tomb, the silence stretches
                Broken only by the sound of me retching, his flesh to rotten to bear
"Flesh for flesh, I have ripped from this chest my heart."
        His breathing stops, "I bathe in their sins."
"Their sins, begotten of my own hand."

 


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G_Money   G_Money wrote
on 11/28/2008 5:03:39 AM
A very strong piece. I'm not sure if you are the 'He' you are observing or if your empathy for the man is that strong but it doesn't seem to matter which way I read it the feeling comes through. Nicely done.

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Lyrical poem I wrote a while back. It is very, very personal to me so take from it whatever meaning you wish.
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