With a blackened finger he points and fears
This terrible day of four hundred tears
Young mothers, wives and brides to be
Their loved ones smile once more to see.
Who will they bring from this hell?
Deeper than the drinking well.
Young David? Just a boy you know!
Or old man Bryn with son in tow?
A massive blast a wind that burns
With all their heart they run and turn.
The smell of gas came much too late
That spark of light that sealed their fate.
The men and boys of the colliery
No more nights of life to see
Now laying cold in a saddened grave
For our comfort their lives they gave
We will not forget you Brave men of coal
Risking your life in that deepest hole
You will always be here in our dreams,
Risking it all on Welsh coal seams.
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David Aleman
I am a tired, middle aged man. Artistic and sporty but broken and bruised.
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Is The Load I Carry
“You can’t skip chapters that’s not how life works. You have to read every line meet every character. You will not enjoy all of it. Hell, some chapters will make you cry for weeks. You will read things you don’t want to read, you will have moments where you don’t want the pages to end. But you have to keep going. Stories keep the world revolving. Live yours, don’t miss out.”(Pillow Thoughts II). Life is like a book. Some chapters are sad, some are happy and some are exciting, but if you never turn the page, you will never know what the next chapter has in store for you. Treat me like your favorite book. And stroke my spine delicately. Remember my tiny details. And all your favorite parts. Read me again and again and fall in love with my story. I will not lose my worth in a spirit of a curse. I’m not afraid to break free from this pathetic message in the bottom of a weary verse. I’m tired of trying, it’s time to reverse.
By Tracie Sperling3 days ago in Poets
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