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  1.  Prison

by Kern T Yack
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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This is my first poem that I wanted to write. It is about a military leader in a battle from about the 1800s It is sad. It is not from personal experience. Thanks for reading, all comments and questions are appreciated.


Awake, I awake and hear sounds of death.

I awake with heavy breath.

“Where am I?” I asked, forgetting my snore

An answer: “My friend, this is war!”


I have to say that I’m afraid to admit

But truthfully, I was scared more than a bit.

So when I got up, and brought my gun to the window,

I heard sounds of rage, and the nearby tree’s biggest bough


It breaks.


The sky, it rained fire.

The sky, it was filled with ire.

And the flames, they flailed flamboyantly

The enemy, their guns were raised pointedly


Bullets, as they whizzed above and below

My mouth, it was curved, as if to say, “No!”

As my army, as they fell, I hoped they would arise

But no more, as near came the flies.


The gunshots, they came, closer and closer, thus I fell to the floor

Reached for my pistol-yet in vain, it was left behind, left by the door.

The enemy, they passed me by

But why?


Was I dead, had I joined the lonesome ghosts’ ranks?

Was my spirit by the banks

Enjoying the taste, of where there was salty air?

Would I be separated from my wife, who was fair?


But I could not leave

I would, and must cleave

Upon this life, for which I worked so hard

Yet this building, it was on fire, soon to be charred


Was that why, why they had so quickly left,

Only to set fire to this house? Quite deft.

With pounding leg and arm, I longed for my farm, yet I became so tired

I needed rest; I needed to abandon the idea of why we were hired.


Slowly, yet surely, the dark came.

It was everywhere, soon the world was all the same

A dark abyss, for which there was no other name but utter blackness

A flash, now unabashed, I live in perfect happiness.

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Reviewed by Michael Ferris 5/15/2009
Very moving poem, but I have to say, it gives me the jitters :)
Reviewed by Robert Harrison 8/1/2008
I read this as a piece of prose rather than a poem, though your words rhymed. It was the length of some of the lines which had me reading it as prose.

Prose or poem I think that this is one of your better ones.


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