Captain America Poetry (Anything Marvel related, really.)

Another 70 Years

A poem from Steve to Bucky. 

Losing you has carved me up; 

it's an ache I feel in the roots of my teeth, 

like hair-thin fissures splitting my bones from the inside out, 

letting the marrow run free through my veins. 

Your screams linger,

echoing in the dead of night, 

my own shriek dying in the back of my throat, 

as I grasp for you in the dark of my room, 

my grip too loose, my reach too slow, 

and I watch as you fall again, 

and disappear into the ravine along with my traitor tears. 

If you'd only hold on, my friend, 

for another 70 years.