October Sundown
October sundown
spillt o'er rainswept
mountains undressed,
lit by the Painter's brush;
momentarily...
sucks the oxygen
from the air,
leaving me gasping
for words....
........2........
the hands on the great clock
bent under the weight,
waves pounding hard against
the breakers.
the fire flickers, almost dies,
bursts into flame.
the ghost of longing
walks out of the grave!
........3........
the earth tremors,
tall buildings fall!
the wail of the dying
fills the air...
the stench of blood and
burning flesh chokes the mind...
dark wings thunder
on the distant horizon.
the bells of emptiness
ring like razors....
still beating hearts
held in children's hands!
........4........
October sundown....
....and the night
.............is coming!
leaving me....
...gasping for words!
poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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