His life spilled out in the snow–
her legs give out; she stumbles.
Cold hands caressing fur,
suddenly she’s humbled.
Red bones are splintered bare–
still he crawled ten more feet…
Till the blast rang out once more
and his heart began to bleed.
.
Her misery warms her cheek,
as she lays him in the sled.
She shuffles through the snow,
her load is spilling red.
Dragging guilt behind her,
tracks etched by sorrow’s hand.
Still her heart beats in her chest,
and it’s more than she can stand.
.
Simon
Written By: R.H. Hope
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Jan•
19•13
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