H. 3, 12 (Crimson Sky)
Rajkumar Panthoiren *
You see the still face in peace;
The body lying on the bed.
You wipe his hands and say a prayer
And you tell yourself, "I'll remember you… "
The wounded always find the wounded
The void just waiting to be filled,
The moments just needing to be framed,
And some words waiting to caress the soul.
Those deep blue eyes sparkled,
Reddened face and drops of tears,
Lonely park and the corner bench
Where someone sat beside,
And the evening that refused to fade
Under that sad crimson sky.
Pain knows pain, but who will carry your heart?
You may cry while I am there
But nothing changes, not even time.
I have only questions for your questions
And my hands to hold yours.
Some things you and I will never know.
Yet, the wounded always find the wounded.
It's the only thing I'll ever know.
* Poem written by Rajkumar Panthoiren (NC Ren) for e-pao.net
The poet can be contacted at panthoirk94(at)gmail(dot)com
This poem was webcasted on September 07 2014.
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