The Final Log of a Broken SamaritanA Poem by Liamesq
And as the final droplets fell upon my face I began to drift off into the eternal sleep
All around that familiar sound of rain hitting city pavements, filling the drains that I see from this level with a peculiar focus Laying on my side, one ear was drowned in the puddle I had collapsed into and echoed, lapping waves was all I could hear in it And through the other, footsteps of all those who trudged on by without a care in the world, the occasional splash of residue which came off the black soles of their shoes reminding me that they were ignoring the state I was in. Rubbing salt into these stinging wounds I had stopped shaking by now, the worst bit was over Now I was at the close and waiting for it; when my eyes could close and stay so, and no longer see the things I had before Those brutal, sickening and twisted images I wish I could avoid remembering But you don't escape things like that Always vivid, and always having the same effect as the day you first experienced them The dying child, the dying child I ask myself every day, 'could I have saved him ?' Answers change with the mood I'm in But it's usually...yes And I regret those days Not that I'll have to worry about that anymore But not like I'll see him up above either I'm going straight down. © 2012 Liamesq |
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Added on November 8, 2012 Last Updated on November 8, 2012 Tags: The broken log of a broken Samar Author
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