Glazed were the eyes of red sorrow. <br />Oozed up in the cherry rain. <br />Lived a red man from the hollow, <br />stiffened in much pain. <br /> <br />Shot down by that of higher regard. <br />Not to stand upright ever again. <br />Laid tormented in much juice of the damned. <br />Cast out by a nasty spell, cursed the heart to <br />rip and swell. <br /> <br />Skin torched and burnt in charcoal dust. <br />Lips swollen, and cut to bits. <br />The look of leather, rested upon his face. <br />Reaching upward to take a twig, a stick or a switch. <br />Strength needed was nowhere to be found, <br />So dropped that hand of nothing, and fell straight to <br />the ground. <br /> <br />Attempt after attempt he mustered. <br />People stood by and watched in disgust. <br />He rolled and turned, burying himself deeper in <br />dirt and mud. <br />Passers by shook their heads, gazing with looks <br />of dread. <br />Falling backwards, giving up, he laid, finally he <br />was dead. <br /> <br />Written: July 19/2006<br /><br />Melvina Germain<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/494-tormented/
