Breathing Bells
Church bells tolling through the night
One man bleeding out of sight
No one heard the shots ring out
First, second, third; not a single shout
Innocent blood spilled on holy ground
The sky is filled with only a shroud
God's so close, yet so far away
For this man He chose to take today
The bells toll again; it is now midnight
The man counts ten, then breathes his final goodnight
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Conspiracy | 0 | 04/05/2010 |
| What Do Souls See | 0 | 04/05/2010 |
| Silent Screams | 0 | 04/05/2010 |
| A Hollywood Horror | 0 | 04/05/2010 |
| My Heart | 1 | 04/05/2010 |
| Hardships and Heartbreaks | 0 | 03/20/2010 |
| Splinters | 1 | 03/20/2010 |
| The Breakup | 1 | 03/20/2010 |
| Breathing Bells | 0 | 03/20/2010 |
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