You Still Look Up At Me Poem by Paul Warren

An Ingle Farm house on night shift 1984 …..

You still look up at me

You still look up at me
Down through those long year ago
Rasping and struggling for breath
Your one good eye still stares back
And I wonder what you thought

The gun is still there near your feet
It's done its deed for you
As you lie on your back
And I wonder what you thought

We do what we can
But it's not good enough
Your one good eye still stares back
And I wonder what you thought.

© Paul Warren Poetry