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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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 7:25pmFacebook Comments
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Sun, November 10th, 2013 9:02pmThis 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 :)
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Thank you.
Sun, November 10th, 2013 1:49pm