Melpomene's Tears

X, X, X - Poem by Melpomene's Tears

He breathes slowly
inhale, exhale
inhale, exhale
his heart slows down
his fingertips welcomes the seeping cold
the world turns silent
no longer can he hear
men screaming
bombs erupting
guns blazing
instead he hears her sweet voice
pleading for his return
he hears the wind whistle across the tallgrass prairie
he feels the bark of an aging oak
his mud stained hands now
touch dying grass scattered across No Man's Land
caresses it like a lover
leaving his beloved before a journey
he turns his eyes to the skies
he prays with his final breath
a soldier's prayer.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

I don't think that this piece is special enough to be dedicated to all the nameless soldiers who died for their country or for fighting for some form of freedom. The piece above just shows how a soldier dies with honor and I hope you can feel\see what he sacrified.
The title follows the sequence of a soldier's dog tag (Surname, First Name, Middle Initial) .

Comments about X, X, X by Melpomene's Tears

  • Kelvin Owusu (2/20/2013 12:14:00 AM)

    all i have to say is well done, a nice piece of poetry (Report) Reply

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  • Sharon Vincent (2/15/2013 10:14:00 AM)

    Fu-yo! ! Instantly reminds me of War Horse! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Ruth Fumble (2/14/2013 9:27:00 AM)

    i can feel the dying soldier.... somehow i see what he sees, hears what he hears... and in the end its not sadness but a sence of fulfillment... thats how well your written it. I have to say that this is my new favorite.
    well done
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 13, 2013

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