The Profession of Saving Lives

The good men turn and close thier eyes as the villain dies of suicide why am i here tonight?
Little boy 4 years old falls off of the marrygo spins around grinds the ground terrified with out a sound, the siren loud, I'm here now. I'm here now.
These days that bridge on kingston's not just a road, that's the place that so many year ago. The man walked out and we couldn't bring him home. Never went home. And the small cafe we when too when we were young now that's the place that the child found a gun. Had no idea that it was real and went out to the street and killed. He just didn't know.
I wake up and see things from my sleep. Dead men and the famly looking to me. I wish i could say that it was just a dream, but it was real and true as anything. I give it everything i have make up for the lack , try everything that i can try to breath your loved one back. But more often than not i know the first time that i see, i can not save you dear one and the light from your eyes flee. So it is here from my eyes in the endlessness profession of saving lives.

© 2013 Scout Ventures

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Henryglass

That's excellent writing filled with terror, anguish, and loneliness. Well done. Have a great day.

Posted 11 Years Ago

11 Years Ago

Thank you for your review!!! Have a good day as well Henryglass!

bobc

SV...kind of liked this one but two points for you. Spell check is our friend. Second, I know this is a style choice you make...hell, we all make...but I find this construction makes the poem harder to read. Thanx...bobc

Posted 11 Years Ago

Heather

i love how the same as your other poem the story is what drives it to thrive, i also don't find the length an issue as a story of that sort needs that many lines to express itself overall well done another great read! :)