#atrociouspoets Prompt 25
#nationalpoetrymonth
#aprilpoetryprompt
A Still Painting
Standing; stilled at the mountain’s ledge
The extreme height and depth below strike
Fear at the gut - like a sharp knife’s cutting edge.
A 2 AM ringing call alarms awake
The slumber as stillness flees into fear
And each word forth strikes at heart ache.
Two tall military men dressed in blues;
Arriving Marines strike at the door
Fear stabs the mind still; a-son-is-lost-news.
A silent room frozen in time;
Mobile hangs still; a lone bassinet
Stands empty - life has lost all rhyme.
Fear looks like the lost in darkness;
Fear is the tender heart held to stillness:
Fear is the vacant eye lost in madness.
Standing; stilled at the mountain’s ledge
The extreme height and depth below strike
Fear at the gut - like a sharp knife’s cutting edge.
A 2 AM ringing call alarms awake
The slumber as stillness flees into fear
And each word forth strikes at heart ache.
Two tall military men dressed in blues;
Arriving Marines strike at the door
Fear stabs the mind still; a-son-is-lost-news.
A silent room frozen in time;
Mobile hangs still; a lone bassinet
Stands empty - life has lost all rhyme.
Fear looks like the lost in darkness;
Fear is the tender heart held to stillness:
Fear is the vacant eye lost in madness.
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