Forgotten Spirits

Why must the lives of three...

Be sacrificed for one?

Dropped into oblivion before their time,

Life gave but no chance upon these young warriors,

The guilt I bare burns,

Like the cross upon Lucifer's heart.

I am sad to have not met you,

Yet thankful that life took its chance on me,

Upon my heart I cry for you,

Tears of crimson fall upon your closed graves,

Sharing the pain you feel,

Within my warping mind,

I suffer for your forgiveness.

Wishing upon lucky stars I ask for the impossible,

Your embrace upon my hand,

Yet you are too far away to hear me,

How much blood must I shed,

Before I can see your eroded smiles?

How can I miss what I've never had?

I reach into your graves to touch your hearts,

Terrified of what the embrace I might find,

Life chose me and just threw you aside,

Sometimes I just wonder...

What would you have done?

 

Reviews

[Patricia B. Hepler]

The survivor's guilt is immense. Well composed; thoughtful yet soaked with pain. Thanks for inviting me to read 'Forgotten Spirits'. ~ pat

[Forgotten]

Thanks for the review, this really was a poem close to my heart. The idea that I lost a brother and two sisters before I was born is the reason I was, kinda makes me feel guilty and well extremely sad that I'll never get to meet them.