Rigid with foreboding
i bear witness
to the scene unfolding
Filled with self-loathing's wrath
plummeting down
it's cold ebony path
Passed with few compunctions
were promise, hope
now abandoned junctions
Momentum gains, fate looms
I scream warning
witness with silent blooms
Carried by wind, the shout
i watch helpless
praying for resolve, stout
Rigid with foreboding
i bear witness
to the scene unfolding
Very poetic. (not one of my forte)
ReplyDeleteHopefully this is from watching the news, not from personal experience.
Great poem! It sounds like a tramatic experience though.
ReplyDeleteNice job!
ReplyDeleteI imagine that you witnessed a car accident?
~ to all of the above (and any new person how happens across this note): most everyone has had those moments of perfect clarity, when you see a loved one stepping onto the train that you know will wreck, but you hold out hope. that is what this poem is about.
ReplyDeleteNice work Meg! I can definitely relate!
ReplyDeleteNice poem. I am inspired to make one.
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