Not Lost in France
Poetry
A Truthful Lie.
Tortured bodies
leaving
wasted sentiments
struggle to
meet.
The silent prayer
issued from
before
inciting
the trembling
being
to
scream
for release.
Tightened
muscles
inflict
their strained
desire to
climb
to other
heights.
Leaving
our breath
hanging on
deaths
wish
we
disappear
with the
night.
© David English July 14th 2002.
