poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009


The hit
Was twice
I lie
In ice
Surrounded by
Dead bodies

They rise
To the skies
Their souls
Are alive
They shine
Like the light

By a sea of bright green
Blue swirls and screams
Yet silence surrounds me
I lie in my dreams
My nightmare, my eden
All things I believe in
Are no longer real
To me

For I
Can see
The grace
The free
And I
Can smell
The smoke
Of hell

For I
Am one
With moon
And sun
My life
So long
Has now

So let us rise
From the shadows
And scream
To the heavens
A prayer
Of silence