otherself

otherself

A Poem by Daniel Atkinson

when the tanks and trucks had faded beyond the border
and the soldiers in the mud had started to swell
color came back to me and i felt the heat of tears
the thoughts that had protected me were worn with use
and they hadn't much strength left in them
and i let the tears come
they did and stayed for a long time.

my otherself was dead and i felt her die
alone in the rubble and ash she cried out for me
and i didn't listen.

© 2017 Daniel Atkinson



My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Reviews

So heart touching. I liked the way you beautifully expressed the views of two scenes your own thoughts and other's perspective. You have managed to express your feelings well without creating any confusion.

Posted 8 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

162 Views
1 Review
Rating
Added on December 13, 2016
Last Updated on January 13, 2017

Author

Daniel Atkinson
Daniel Atkinson

Atlanta, GA



About
"it's so easy to be a poet and so hard to be a man." -Bukowski more..

Writing
who who

A Poem by Daniel Atkinson