We hear the heartbeat, passed away into the missing nights. Cold heart took away the hands and stretched time. Swollen eyes as mothers tears come like a rainfall. Red light glows a fireside memory, father weeps no time to cry. Desperate days searching for that heartbeat so faint to hear. Stolen future of a namesake and love to come, the deed can never be undone. Mothers joy for life torn away comes down like a heavy rain. We can't see her tears in the rainfall. Cry out loud their pain crushes. The child of the disappeared hides the heartbeat bound in love. Its silence now fades the hearts of the chosen few. Cry now beloved. For the mother of the disappeared will never heal the break. For gods sake hear the heartbeat.
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Jack Wayne Arnett
I enjoy writing in many genres. My favorite is horror, but I also enjoy poetry, romance and military life. I love the challenge of writing outside my comfort zone as a challenge. I live in Riverside, California and have 5 daughters.
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Broken shadows dance in the flickered flame of the ancient Hall. Valhalla bound in singing song, the fight does last til fading dawn. Give unto Valkyries charge to take their bounty of fallen foe. Breath a labor, I stand among my brethren. All brothers to duty sworn. Another fallen before my will, Valhalla bound make no sound. My calling near, I barely stand. Heavy breath I swagger forth. Another one delivered unto the Valkyries embrace. Cold steel flash strikes so cold. It seers bloodied flesh a warm welcome, take me home. She comes for me now, I feel her warmth. Release from this Abyss. I do confess, it feels amiss. Stand up she cries! Your glory's not over! With all my will I send my fury. Gone from my side the tide has turned. For today Valhalla can wait. Odin speed my fallen brothers. Glorious journey!
By Jack Wayne Arnett4 years ago in Poets
Red Shelves
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