From Hell To Home

Be Void of sorrow or I will cry.
Without eyes my tears will fall as rain.

I know not how they found me.
My weapon lost in battle.
Perhaps a picture in my gray.

Strange this place void of light.
I cannot see the trees in front of me.
I know it is there somewhere.

Ponder the act of squeezing my hand.
Will I see flash and hear sound?
Or just place this virtual tool to the ground.

My body holds you.
My heart loves you.
My soul will find its way home.

— sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk, Mar 15, 2009

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infinite_dwarf

17 years 2 months ago

Steven

Couple corrections, and then it will be great: somwhere -> somewhere. fid -> find. I'm sure if your brother in arms could read this, he'd appreciate it. ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- -"The truth is, it doesn't matter what you do. 'Til you gaze in that mirror with an eye that's true. And admit that what scares you is the me in you..." - Steve Earle

sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

17 years 2 months ago

Spelling.

Infinite_Dwarf, I fixed the words that you found to be the problem with my poem. Thanks friend as this is the first and by chance the last time I will do such a thing. I write fast and from the cuff to pictures I keep in my mind. And when done taxed I am. So to review is not for me perhaps a mistake I make yet in the end it is the same to the mind the reason I wrote it in the first place. Good luck friend and thanks agian. Your brother from another mother is to say simply thanks to the gray you keep. Steven A. Kacer

Mark

17 years 2 months ago

Steve...

This poetry captivated me in parts. The first two stanzas and the last are quite pleasant - very pleasant for me. The third stanza is a bit confusing meaning you must have once seen the trees in front of you (maybe a need for clarification there IMO). I'm kinda lost in the fourth stanza as my gray becomes too loose with an abstract sort of your words. I think this logic runs deep and the title maybe deeper than gray tones. The rhythm is nice :) Thanks, Mark If I could ever summarize the sum, I would retire and grow tangerines.

sakkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

17 years 2 months ago

No Worries

Mark. Not a problem poet. I write of what I enjoy as pictures from the past. Happy at least you had a clue to a part of what I placed quill to parchment to explain. If I could just place my mind to a clowd. I would understand the reason I write. The reason of plight and the truth to why. Good luck my friend come the morrow as the reason I live will start agian. Steven A. Kacer