Mark Phen

Little To Understand- Photographer's Guilt - Poem by Mark Phen

I'm at the peak watching the unknown,
The rain today, pouring at a different tone.
My insides wishing for a chance to defend,
I wait at the edge for all of it to hit the end.

I hear a boy crying over his parents pieces,
An old lady asking why to Jesus?
With brutal weapons in everyone's hand,
There's very little to understand.

Those screams, they haunt me every night,
Bloody eyes staring down, asking why I didn’t fight?
Like any mortal I feared my own existence,
I was a coward watching them die from a distance.

What I regret now, wish I could change it then,
Rather than being guilty and jotting it down with a pen.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013

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