Freedom was his mistress
he wooed her with great pain
he slept upon her bed of death
he saw her great blood stain.
he wrapped his arms around her
kissed her lips for all to see
she clung there like a wanton
promised to make him free.
he got entangled in her arms
before he saw the dawn
in the crush of her embrace
his final breath was drawn
his body now is lifeless
the energy now is spent
she must take another lover
once more she will torment
she’ll promise freedom once again
with each and every breath
‘till once again into her arms
a soldier meets his death.
© 1983 Mary zayas
Comments
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Wow, this is such a powerful poem.
his body now is lifeless
the energy now is spent
she must take another lover
once more she will torment
This touched me deeply. Well done!!
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A quite brilliant development of the theme of war - the wanton mistress? Sadly we have wanting (lacking) misters who drive us ordinary folk into the arms of despair.
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OMG< this was chilling and amazing, so glad you found it.
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Wow this is amazing. A perfect visual. Very nice job, very creative
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