Most of my poetry is rhyming, but lately I have been
changing, as do most writers, of which I fancy myself
So this is a free verse
Voices
The voices call to me like a
wounded lover seaking vengence
I smell the blood of the fallen
I am drawn to them
No! My mind screams, NO!
And yet...I follow
I follow the voices that have no bodies
To the bodies that have no souls
The air is heavy with dying breath
The ground covered in freash dead
I can taste the blood in the air
Again I hear the voices
They beckonme onward
And I follow....
God help me, I follow.....
There, just around the bend
I see it, just around the corner
There is light, light and
Oh God....
copyright 2002
