Oct 27

Oct 27 SOMETIMES by Thad Buckley

Thad Buckley

Poetry

Death comes.

A bullet tears through a soldier’s chest.

A mother screams to see her baby

While doctors try to stop the blood.

A child, no match for a speeding car.

Death doesn’t care.

A long long long night

Pain the only companion.

Looking into a loved one’s eyes

Seeing no hope.

Death doesn’t care.

Bloody cough and dark stool

A ceiling the only view.

Beeping noises of attached machines

The quiet sounds of life.

Death doesn’t care.

So I thought.

Sometimes, Death steps aside,

And sends an Angel of Mercy

To bring a soul home

Before its time.

So Death cares.

Sometimes.

Thad Buckley

Thad (Mike) wrote only intermittently for most of his life, and only short stories and poems. In the last seven years, he has written five novels. One, BLOODY PADRE, has been published and is available on Amazon. Some of his short stories were published in DREAMS AND MEMORIES, a group effort book, also on Amazon. STRAITJACKETS has also published some of his writings. He has written four more novels, now in the re-writing stage. Until they are in print, he plans to return to short story writing.