I still see his face
The man who was terrified for his life.
Fear lived in his eyes
And they shook,
Tears like thunderous waves
Crashing with emotion.
His lips quivered
As he cried out endlessly for mercy;
But pride wouldn't allow for mercy
And hearing him beg just sickened me to ends.
His honor had abandoned him
As so did his life for it was I who ended it.
And that was right
Or so I thought.
I still see his face
Every night, haunting my dreams.
He had gone down fighting
For those he loved-
To protect them.
And now it is I who had lost my honor.
I could have kept my dignity
If only I had the courage to spare his life.
Now I only loathe myself
For not only had I become a coward;
I had become a monster.
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Beyond the Words
Poetry"A poem begins with a lump in the throat." (Robert Frost) Collection of poems, Volume One (2012-2013) © Copyright by Dahlia Pimentel. All rights reserved.