Somewhere

Somewhere out there a tear is drawn

And somewhere out there a hand breaks

away from the woven fingers of a lover,

And a kiss brought to an end from one another;

One is at war,

Somewhere,

he prods on.

Do you ever think, somewhere

A woman clenches the skins of a newborn,

tears flowing down her face while her lover

entangles his thoughts with a gun, shooting away

to save a country he belongs to

Somewhere,

for his son, he prods on.

A dress is gripped in the hands of a lover,

fat glowing drops saturating her hair,

knowing that he, her lover, is out there

Somewhere,

for her, he prods on.

She lies in her cushioned mattress day and night

just waiting for the day he arrives,

stroking the hair of her child,

For Daddy will be back, he strives.

She waits and waits,

he prods on.

For someday, he'll open that porch door again

calling her name,

and he breathes at the rhythm of her pulse

Somewhere.

Reviews

[Hope]

I love this. You described deployement so well. I'm so glad you take the time out to think about things of importance, at 17.
Keep writing what you write :)

[☯]

This poem is so touching. The sad story separated loves, and hoping is all but what they have. It reminds me so much of the song "When You're Gone" by Avril Lavigne. Very nicely written. I can exactly picture it in my mind.
"he breathes the rhythm of her pulse. Somewhere." Excellent.

[halflives]

Very beautiful. I fell in love with this from the first line.