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by Phil Walling


The dagger of life,
The element kill, is prevalent in my strife -
A situation of unknown harm,
Is reflective of my death or life.

Do you understand this violence in life's destruction?
I too invite fear to be a tool to in my own annihilation.

Be counted with the good,
Or deny truth,
And eat evil food...

“Then at last the savior came
“Who came to reap the people lame
“And tried to save us all from bad
“And disappointment made God sad.”

Call me this bastard!
Call me a fool!
I’ll have my glory!
Yes I’ll be so cool...

Silence drowns my prattle
And the savage drink my air...
The fall of Man begins,
Evil monsters eat their share.

Can you say where we have been?
Can you describe?
Are there words to explain
These elements of fire?

A tombstone hangs motionless on my chest
Stars in the night light make up the rest...

“When at last the savior came
“Who came to reap the people lame
“What is Life if Life is death?
“The solemn will of God is rest...”

A power flows through my veins
My soul in judgement feels no pain.

Rest in peace dear Pip.


Author's Note: High School poem re-edited for the 21st Century..... Peace

Posted on 02/04/2005
Copyright © 2021 Phil Walling

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Lori I Wolfe on 02/04/05 at 04:15 PM

The battle of life into that place of peace ... you said it all in this master piece of art!

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