About living with regret. -27th September 2012.


Sleepless eyes.

The strangers torment
with his hands stained of blood.
A confession of violence
upon him the sin craved
the darkest of nights.
It was seen in his sleepless eyes,
as he stood with the brave.





Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2012-09-27 at 01:15

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Melissa Ormond
Very well written! I enjoyed reading this!
Keep writing and smling!:)
2012-10-12


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2012-10-10


Kshiti Dubey
Very well written. I sometimes feel sorry for the soldiers who might be living with the same regret of having their hands stained with the blood of all the people who they have killed.
Applauds!
2012-10-09


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Strong visual and very much to the point, John.
Great work!

Joe
2012-09-27