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Alan Anderson Poem
The spirits come for a late night ethereal visit
the little girl announces her presence
Breath in Breath out
there is nothing to forgive
Your pain is validation you still live
With that... all sense of hearing dissapears
next comes paralysis with its icy grip, breath chocked by irrational fear
Now starts the grainy images of an old terrible black and white news reel
fuzzy subtitles of smiling troops whose words we cannot read or hear
with loud military music assaulting the ears.
Breath in Breath out
there is nothing to forgive
Your pain is validation you still live
Silence returns as the gates of hell swing open right on cue,
the cast of ghostly characters come into view
all take their place until the scene is complete,
the silence is broken by a lone heart beat.
She takes her place in the news reel's flickering images of light
The camera follows her every move, a crescendo of music as her spirit takes flight,
for this maybe the first time she ever experienced a confectionery delight.
Breath in Breath out
there is nothing to forgive
Your pain is validation you still live
Her and many faceless children come laughing, disembodied hands reaching out
to the young soldiers in return receiving tootsie rolls and gummi bears
Pleasant encounters must now end... with a village elder and authoritarian shouts.
We watch her run home laughing with a pocket full of candy to share.
Evil breaths in, Evil breaths out... exhaling caustic hate
The Acrid fumes blinds our eyes
as shadowy figures materialize...
for this little pretty little girl was nothing more than bait
The small moment of humanity will be exchanged for eternal despair
She must return with her pink backpack to complete this morbid affair.
Running calling to us, laughing holding it out for us to see
Boom then she is gone, nothing but a red mist where she used to be.
Breath in, Breath out
there is no need
for you to grieve
Your pain is validation both you and I live
there is nothing to forgive
no need to pay anymore dues
fore I am your guardian now watching over you
Evil knows no bounds as it locks people into such cruel fates.
We both are sorry for meeting that March day
and with that the flickering news reel ends.
we part ways again.
Copyright © Alan Anderson | Year Posted 2013
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Alan Anderson Poem
By Shadows oh shadows grow dark in this life
Moving Further & further from a once Devine light
Farewell my soul mate
Time we go our seperate ways
Farewell my beautiful soul mate
I Do wish you could have stayed...
In The shadows
Our Paths became tangled
Our Crossroads became razor sharp angles
Nothing left but the melancholy outrow
Watchi a soul mate fade into the twilight
May we meet again in paradise
The shadows oh the shadows
Time was not ours to barrow
Farewell Nikole
Copyright © Alan Anderson | Year Posted 2023
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