I awoke
With three bullets in my back,
in a dark and cold tunnel
from a time I don't know
I walked for eternity
to find my way home
The spirits of the past
guiding my path
One was called Peter
He tended my wounds
All is life he said he'd seen me
walk this path
Thirtyfive years before I was born
he said he'd seen my soul
He guided me to daylight
and said it's now time to rise
Rise like the crow
Go seek your revenge
Lay three bullets
in their hands
Watch their souls
Turn to sand
Love th' enemy, 'tis th' hard revenge! ! ! A g'd poem! ! !
Great write. Brilliant finish. One to read time and time again. Put in shame, is the best revenge.
This is very good. I somehow knew there will be poets writing in this uncomplicated style. I also invite you to read my poems particularly, Tiring Day.
Interesting concept, interesting poem, made me think and I like that.
I am fond of this one as well Dave. You are a very accomplished writer.
this is the poem i have ever read in my life this is so beautiful so beautiful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting tale.