Tag Archives: Misery

Red Raindrops Fell, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Red Raindrops Fell. This poem I dedicate to all veterans, past and present.

The red raindrops fell
Pitter patter thick as jell
Falling randomly
Like players placing their bet
Cleared with rateau de roulette

War is not a game
A winner we cannot claim
There are body counts
Each tagged then placed in a bag
Soon to be draped with a flag

None intend to die
Deny, is to tell a lie
They’re our true treasure
There’s a huge price that we pay
With tears falling every day

Without a goodbye
In the dark cold earth they lie
Silent they all are
In a place starkly barren
Not again to feel the sun

The Girl and the Heart, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Girl and the Heart, Edvard Munch (1899)

The Girl and the Heart

I gave you my heart, knowing it meant death
Not of mortality, but of freedom
You had control over my every breath
Your new spring became my final autumn

The joys you lived became my misery
Cleverly you entered my every dream
Tormenting me with your boundless beauty
It awakens me from sleep by my scream

You’re in some distant place beyond my reach
Without ways my broken heart to reclaim
Even though constantly writing a speech
Constantly I am yelling out your name

Precocious lady you have won the game
For me, my life never to be the same