WATCHING CROWS

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Just about a sad man.

The man sits there

Watching the crows

He got back from the army

About an hour ago

 

His head is empty

But his fear is full

His stature mighty

But wothout a soul

 

With nothing to do

And hoping to die

He has nothing else

But watching crows in the sky


Submitted: November 07, 2013

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*wothout- without
This is quite sad; very hollow and simply put, but you can really feel the man's pain and loss. Flows well and the rhyming is good; doesn't seem forced. Crows are sometimes associated with death, so it's as though he's watching death; maybe his or the lost souls in the war, but he can't reach them. They're too high and he's left alone, while they're all together.. Really good job with this :)

Sun, November 10th, 2013 9:02pm

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Thank you.

Sun, November 10th, 2013 1:49pm

RedInkWriter

The lonely emptiness in the spirit of the poem is filled with emotion! Great one.

Fri, December 27th, 2013 3:22am

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Thank you.

Thu, December 26th, 2013 7:25pm

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