Beating Souls

May 30, 2012
By starsatnight SILVER, West Linn, Oregon
starsatnight SILVER, West Linn, Oregon
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Favorite Quote:
"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed." -Ernest Hemingway

A swallow chick falls from the apple tree
The mother cries above
I kneel down to lift her up and together we fly to heaven
she goes right through but I remain

A king lays dying in his bed
his family stands a-waiting
I drink the tears they shed
and unlock his beating soul

You may feel the shiver of my breath
sense the footprints I leave behind
heavy with the hearts of many
though with none to call my own

The author's comments:
Every author has those moments when they get a great idea or thought for a piece of writing, and they think, "Oh gosh, I hope I find a piece of paper before I forget!" Well, this poem is what eventually came from one of those moments. I feel death is not something to be afriad of. 80% of all Americans now choose to die in a hospital bed, trying to cling onto life for as long as possible through the use of machines. They quiver at the thought of taking their last breath. I disagree. Death is something natural, a friend to willingly go with us with when our time has come.

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