Baby Faced And Bleeding Poem by Stuart Doggett

The tepid water is waiting,
Waiting to be sated.
Ranks of metal are waiting,
Waiting to be sated.

Longing displaces logic,
We’ll all survive today.
Terror dispelled by trust,
But nerves begin to fray,
As I stand baby faced.

Metal arms come tip to tip,
Water laps on waves and waves,
Deep breath approaching the lip,
Soft and smooth, my heart craves.

Fear cuts through faith,
That lead won’t start to stray.
Hope replaced by helplessness,
That relief’s not on its way,
As I stand baby faced.

My friends fall down,
One by one,
My friends fall down.

Pain dulls the pleasure,
As wounded I walk away.
Loss mars my life,
As friends fall down to stay,
While I stand baby faced and bleeding.

Is this the heaven we dreamt of,
In that time before?
Following ideas of righteousness,
To lift us off the floor,
Marching through gates five abreast,
Heads held up high,
But now I stand there all alone,
And tears fall from the sky.

I stand there all alone,
Baby faced and bleeding,
While I stand there all alone,
Tears fall from the sky.
Tears fall from the sky.