You still look up at me
An Ingle Farm house on night shift 1984 …..
You still look up at me
You still look up at me
Down through those long year ago
Rasping and struggling for breath
Your one good eye still stares back
And I wonder what you thought
The gun is still there near your feet
It’s done its deed for you
As you lie on your back
And I wonder what you thought
We do what we can
But it’s not good enough
Your one good eye still stares back
And I wonder what you thought.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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