Blood
Pouring down the walls...
Dripping from my hands.
My screams
Like gun blasts....
Echoing forever in my mind.
Nightmares
Drowning in an ocean...
Of those I have killed.
The bodies
Always falling...
Onto cold, hard cement.

This life....
This madness...
I can never escape.
Haunted
By the lives I destroyed....
The tears I caused....
The innocence I tainted.....
No escape
For as long as I live...
No escape....
for me.


James M. Guzman

Dear sir
great poem with realities of life retold in new fashion
supani

your words take the lead in this dance.......well spoken.

misty..