Hero

"A tribute to my Father in memory of his father (1925 - June 2011)"

Photographs hanging on a wall,

pictures of a hero lost,

not a dollar or a crowd could ever keep me here,

 

How do you keep a past?

Just one chance to remember,

a family, a man.....a hero.

 

Is it you I want?

Or the comfort of your wings....

Heart too heavy to lift.

 

Sleep is my fugitive,

peace is my pain,

holding on to nothing - die for something.

 

 

My dark corner....

 

Why can't I breathe?

Stifled emotions - where's my hero?

Held it together - was never a flock of the same feather.

Nothing but lies - thought I had the answer....

 

Thought staying away was safe,

the further I run the closer you get,

never sad, we are not allowed to be...

 

How can I believe when this cloud hangs over me?

You're the part of me that I tried to hide.

 

The rain never goes away.....

What happened to my hero....

Inside I'm screaming HERO!

 

Breakdown....

 

Vain and broken,

neither coming or going....

 

Certainty of life - pain and death,

trapped in a corner - we see a new light,

without nothing we appreciate something.

 

Photographs hanging on a wall,

pictures of a hero found,

not a dollar or a crowd could ever take me away from here.

 

 

Reviews

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Phillip this is so gut wrenching. I feel all your words, the pain in them.
This is one of the best poems i have read in awhile. It is a beautiful write to read..
'Certainty of life - pain and death,

trapped in a corner - we see a new light,

without nothing we appreciate something.'

This is so true.. wonderful writing skills.

Chloe

[Phillip J Clayton]

Thank you luv :), wrote it after my grand dad's funeral, means a lot.