Solitary Soldier
by
Beverley McInnis
copyright 08-24-2001
Age Rating: 18 to 127
Redness coloured his angry mind
As his spirit fell free to the depths of hell
Holes punched in ragged souls
Torn sheets to the bitter wind
And all she could think of was the dirty dishes in the sink
And the dirty clothes in the hamper
As her eyes darkened with every pounding wave of anger
Blackness filled the room
With sharp words spoken with forked tongue
Searing on ears innocent hiding in corners and under beds
And all she could think of was the car needed the oil changed
And there never is enough money for gas
As his bitter words cut knife wounds through her pale heart
Tearing what little was left before the war raged
Green covered the wounds
With intensity of jealous rage
Smashing up against the cracked windows and dripping off the dirty walls
And all she could think of was the meeting with the teachers
For her son who never seems to get anything right these days
And how she isn't prepared for what she knows they'll say
And how she doesn't have anything for his lunch again
Orange fanned the flames
That raged out of control
From within icy eyes that feel no pain
Staring outwards, drilling holes in her essence
And all she can think of is the bills
And how she can't make it again this month
And she hoped he won't see the disconnection notice before the night ends
And how, if he does, the war may never end until the break of a new day
Grey filled the empty halls
Breathing damp mist around rooms
Grabbing all in tight choking embrace
And as the last breath escapes her lungs
Her eyes filled with tears dripping grey
Capturing colours in its wake
And her final thought, she prayed for her son to be released from the prison she placed him in
The one without bars
The one with locks tight, tighter than any high security establishment
And not fall into the path his father and his father and his father have walked before
Blue and red swirled together
Where one stopped, the other continued
As loud voices threatened to invade the solitary battlefield
Rushing in where others fear to tread
And she no longer worried about bills
And she no longer cried over the missing money
Or the pile of booze bottles on the floor
As her son disappeared into the corner
Becoming tiny and invisable
Her husband pulled the trigger and ended the war
All is over and done
And the colours fade into one
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Bev!!!!!!!! OMGooooosh!!!! I felt it, I felt the fear, the thoughts, the swirling colors of emotion... I hid the shut off notice for the water just yesterday... I KNOW the feeling!!!... Just... oh my!... oh my~!!
WOW! BEV! After reading your double comment, (Grin) I understand the poem better, and oh, what a great writer you are my friend.
Be proud Bev, you are AWSOME!
Thank you both for your comments. I always appreciate reading what others think of my writing! Robert, the reason I used solitaire was I thought of the card game where nine times out of ten, you lose....and you don't play this game in a group. Still, maybe that makes sense only to me and my way of symbolizing everything. Have to give more thought on the change from solitaire to solitary.
**This is a tribute poem to my friend, Suzanne, who was shot and killed in front of her 11 yr old son in the '80's. This is also a tribute to the many women and children who continue to live through this every day (and for those who don't).**
Thank you both for your comments. I always appreciate reading what others think of my writing! Robert, the reason I used solitaire was I thought of the card game where nine times out of ten, you lose....and you don't play this game in a group. Still, maybe that makes sense only to me and my way of symbolizing everything. Have to give more thought on the change from solitaire to solitary.
**This is a tribute poem to my friend, Suzanne, who was shot and killed in front of her 11 yr old son in the '80's. This is also a tribute to the many women and children who continue to live through this every day (and for those who don't).**
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