a text i translated from norwegian.. please tell me if you hav developing ideas for this one..


The silent men

have you heard the story of the silent men
that in the darkened night walks home again
after hours working for the night
hollow inside, blood on their hands


Free from nothing
Filled with the dark
heavily burdened by their evil inside


Built of misery within


they have children and wifes
but can`t see them in their lifes
Each day gets heavier to hold
when they carry the burdening helmet i`m told


Blood turns to water in the night

walking through the mud
wandering in the cream of mutilation



Poetry by Cr4Ky
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Written on 2006-06-05 at 02:23

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
This mesmerizing tale reminds me of something Edgar Allen Poe would write about grave robbers. Maybe they have turned from robbing graves to murder to keep up with the demand for fresh cadavers from medical schools.
2006-10-12


liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
this brings images of war to me.

an excellent piece.

bookmarked.

liz
2006-06-05