The Forgotten
Though the day is bright, the air around is dark; The eagle has taken its flight, and death has taken the shark. Once the water flowed free, but now a dam has ceased, Never to become one with the sea, immortality now diseased. A heartbeat pulses beneath the roots, throbbing with intensity; An arrow through the deep hide shoots, life decreases it density. Warning waits to unfold, but none around is near. Warning waits to be told, but none around to hear. Leaves silently shake on the trees, tense has become the air. Sad, so sad are the families. Who else is there to care? Blood trickles along the ground, trickles to a stream below. No sympathy here is found, no sympathy is there to know. Traveling past this forest bare, the blood travels past to open land. Its story it wants to share; the tale it will give first hand. Yet still no one to find, no one will stop to listen To this story that makes hearts grind, to this blood in water glistens. An eye flying high above, an eye catches a sparkle of red; Tears form in the name of love, tears know that one is dead. Finally, miles and miles away, a heart takes in the former beat Of the death beneath the tree lay, the one that lies in defeat. Soaring high above the trees, the beat grows stronger by day; Soaring high above the seas, the life had been carried in the sway. Love has bound separates, love brought together unknowns; Love has filled the desparates, love has lifted the deadened tones. © 1986 Kelly L. Hartley
Kelly L. Hartley, a new author, writes Bible studies, devotions, fiction, and poems. She focuses on Bible contradictions for her “Spare Time Musings” on Substack. She’s a member of Ozark Chapter of American Christian Writers and Springfield Writer’s Guild. Social media: Substack, 𝕏, Facebook, Instagram.