I'm torn, wondering.
How could I have done it ?
Did I become a machine
with no feeling for life ?
Those cold eyes show fear.
They bleed with thoughts
of your ancestors,
screaming my name to the gods.
Was destiny played by my hand ?
Did you walk into eternity
knowing I had no personnal
gain by your demise ?
My hope is that we shall
meet again in another time
and place. Our bond will be
circumstantial and differences forgiven.
This poem makes me think that this is how one must feel when they fight for country/God. Dispatching the enemy for the cause must not happen without guilt of some sort when one has Faith in their heart. Just my impression and my thoughts after reading your words. A fine read indeed! -Sheila
Very nice
"Left Unknown" developed a deep thought on the subject dealt. It got me flying to through the clouds of my psychobiology - trying to recognize, - (Remember) some of what was left "Left Unknown".
This poem, "Left Unknown" does it job under the rhythm of knowledge and philosophical sounds, instructing and inspire.
Poet Paul Berube, thank You for making the difference, and for standing as a true Poet of grace, honor, knowledge and wisdom.
Thank You for sharing beauty, grace, love, culture
and art for the betterment of humankind, and for building
Bridges to understanding and togetherness.
HEALTHY HAPPY NEW YEAR, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU,
Apprentice-poet by the Grace of The Great Poet.
us at one time or another, and we ask ourselves guiltily:
"Is there more I could have said or done?"
Maybe yes, maybe no. But one thing is for certain. We DO have the
opportunity to see these beloved friends and relatives at a future
time. As Lisa said, it is in God's hands.
~Chrissie
Love Tinka
Reindeer
Peg