for those that endure silently


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As I sit next to you on the bus
Rattling and bouncing over the traces of 'progress'
Man has left over the once wooded paths
I see your face pondering my image
Weathered jeans and a plain blue shirt
I see the question form, thin, cloudlike at first
Solidifying into the brick which you long to throw into my mind's window
Letter fluttering, tied to the top
"What have you known?"
I have known nights when food seems as remote
As my home, thousands of leagues away
Over the roiling waves
Days when shelter is as outlandish a concept
As dancing on a battlefield
Cold, seemingly winged metal fluttering about me
As I twist and pirouette
Evenings when love from the ones I respect the most
Is not tangible, escaping my grip like steam
I have seen men's souls leave their bodies,yelling and rejoicing in freedom
As their families wail, bound by emotional torment
I have seen my blood flow, a hidden spring given room to flow
Have I seen everything this world has to offer?
What a laughable concept.....for that is the reason I go on
Have I suffered the most? Never.
But I have sat next to the starving
Cried arm in arm with the hopeless
And laughed, exultant, with the triumphant.
I have known the road we walk on, on wheels and foot...
Keep looking at me, asking silent questions....
You might learn something I have known.



Poetry by Dominic
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Written on 2006-10-25 at 17:25

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