Bob and Alex Eichen
Bob and Alex Eichen Poems
I'd appreciate the angel more
If she'd stolen the memory with the man.
I can just see-
No distant glares at our places;
The pallisades and tennis courts,
The road at 3 AM.
No blood drawn lip at pictures,
No pounding on the mirror.
A shadow space of air at every anger...
A look-away at every laugh...
In place of memory, a sunlit lake-
A time I stood in thought...
With no idea of what was lost forever.
(This poem was written by Alexander Eichen)
I, trapped inside this mortal shell,
Abandoned on this earthly plane,
Have made of it a living hell,
One of torment, woe, and pain!
Stranded here with other fools,
I yearn to soar above the sky!
I battle them with war’s foul tools,
And kill and kill and pray to die.