Anthony W. Pahl
THE LAST CHRISTMAS
I heard the explosion
Felt the pain in my back
Then for a few minutes there was nothing but black
I heard your scream…
Saw movement around…
Why am I here on my back on the ground?
There’s blood on your arm
A glazed look in your eye
But you won’t talk to me and I don’t know why!
What was it doc said?
“I’m sorry, he’s gone… “
Talk to me mate; don’t leave me alone.
I’m not dead! I’m not dead!
Can’t you see I’m alive?
Hold me my friend and you’ll know I’ve survived!
Don’t leave me here…
What will I do?
It’s always been us – just me and you.
Where are you going?
Why do you cry?
You’re walking away and I want to know why!
I feel strange… oh so strange
and it’s so hard to see
How is it that I’m looking at me?
Where am I going?
Where are my tags?
Who is the reason for that green body bag?
Hold onto my hand…
Don’t let me go…
It’s Christmas my friend but where is the snow?
©Copyright December 27, 2001 by Anthony W. Pahl
Submitted for the December 2001 IWVPA Club Theme Project, “A Memorable Christmas”