The Cry Of The Fallen

by for tomorrow

(PG for death issues) a short poem - the strains of life ebb away, and we hear the last dying thoughts of a man with so many regrets - his is the cry of the fallen.

The Cry Of The Fallen

And I fell.

Like my father before me.

Yet I fell slower.

 His death was quick…it was so subtle, but mine –

Mine was a coward's death.

And like a coward I now

Squirm on the floor, slower and slower…

And now like a coward I am running…

And now like a coward I am crying for help.

And like the coward I am weeping,

And like the coward I am helpless,

And how I have fallen.

How I…I have fallen.

I'm sorry.

I should have tried harder.

I shouldn't have tried so hard.

I shouldn't have failed.

I shouldn't have failed you.

I'm sorry.

This is the cry of the fallen.