Hellish Days

I thought I would never again see the sun greet a new day
Now I desperately wish for eternal night.
Betrayed by Newton’s law: an unforgiving justice.
The enemy,
Holding land hostage, 
Tainting its innocence. 
Damn them for what they made it do!
A product of the Devils hands.
Planted to be a rooted flower;
A metallic flower, waiting to bloom and fulfill its sinful purpose.
A sin that war only creates.
This day, life opened Hells gates.
Smoke, Dirt, Fire and Flesh
All mashed together to form a wretched nightmare;
A downward spiral of stained bandages and painful realizations. 
My sons now stand taller from that day on, 
For this new life makes me a seated man.
Who knew that one step would forever change my plans.
His betrayal is all I ponder on.
God, I wish for night, but all I’m getting are hellish days
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Palli Avatar
February 21, 2010 at 8:37 AM
so graffic! well done
Loveless Avatar
February 19, 2010 at 11:37 AM
your words are more then captivating. like a poisen that you must drink to survive.
Bird Avatar
February 17, 2010 at 2:57 PM
Thank you Joanna! Your comment was incredibly elating to read. I’m really glad you enjoyed this poem. It’s funny, I was born in Puerto Rico and I can relate to similar rants heard by my own ears. Thank you for sharing. Much appreciated -Jose-
Smith Avatar
February 17, 2010 at 10:58 AM
p.s. happy to be your first comment! =) well first and second now.
Smith Avatar
February 17, 2010 at 10:57 AM
I have been waiting for you to post something (mainly because you and my bro have the same name and i miss him alot) and now that you have i am so glad i waited because this poem is amazing!the imagery was great!i liked the downward spiral of stained bandages and painful realization-that line is priceless. and holding land hostage that reminds me of my mother anti american rants about puerto rico. but anyway i loved this piece!=)jo
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