Post by serenepoetress on Jan 22, 2004 15:35:35 GMT -5
Shadows loom o’er the ground
as they lower his love down.
The pastor's poignant prayer
fails to ease his despair.
Incessant rain begins to pour.
He ignores the thunders roar.
Her voice echoes in the breeze,
bringing him to his knees.
Mud soils his hands and clothes,
sitting there wet— nearly froze.
Rocking to and fro—
he is unable to let go.
Wilting petals adorn sodden clay,
remindful of their wedding day.
Her satin gown— veil of white,
and of course their wedding night.
Screams of anger curse the sky,
“Dear God Please— tell me why?”
A wicked voice inside his head
taunts, “Why aren’t you dead?”
Salty tears stream down his face
remembering what took place.
Gravel curves— much too fast,
screeching tires— breaking glass.
An image carved in his mind,
her mangled body— redefined.
Thrown nearly fifty feet,
landing crumpled in the street.
He should have let her drive.
Then she’d be here— still alive.
He gave no notice to her pleas
and so forged their destinies.
Standing vigil at her tomb
he begs, “How can life resume?”
Tracing her name etched in stone,
the realization— he’s alone.
Unwilling to leave her side
grief and guilt soon collide.
Under dark foreboding skies
his remorse intensifies.
Again he cries himself to sleep,
within dreams the lovers meet.
She looks lovely— like before.
Vibrant eyes are restored.
Mortal beauty leaves no trace.
Abhorrent flesh takes its place.
Features torn— a jagged shred.
Matted hair— soaked with red
Recalling her twisted form,
lying broken— barely warm,
slumbers end with a start
pain erupting in his heart.
He prays, “Jesus, take me now!”
wiping sweat beads from his brow.
Haunted by this gruesome vision
he makes a desperate decision.
Seeking to join his lifeless bride
he prepares his suicide.
Pulling the weapon from his boot,
he loads it for to shoot.
A single shot behind the ear,
pooling blood in mud appears.
Falling forward o’er her grave,
another life he could not save.
Guilt plagued his every thought.
An anguished soul— overwrought.
Having drawn his final breath
they come together within death.
In the morning he’ll be found
lying face down on the ground.
No longer tortured by his deeds
he’ll soon join her ‘neath the weeds
He sacrificed his life—
penance for his wife.
Herein the lesson lies—
never drink and drive.
as they lower his love down.
The pastor's poignant prayer
fails to ease his despair.
Incessant rain begins to pour.
He ignores the thunders roar.
Her voice echoes in the breeze,
bringing him to his knees.
Mud soils his hands and clothes,
sitting there wet— nearly froze.
Rocking to and fro—
he is unable to let go.
Wilting petals adorn sodden clay,
remindful of their wedding day.
Her satin gown— veil of white,
and of course their wedding night.
Screams of anger curse the sky,
“Dear God Please— tell me why?”
A wicked voice inside his head
taunts, “Why aren’t you dead?”
Salty tears stream down his face
remembering what took place.
Gravel curves— much too fast,
screeching tires— breaking glass.
An image carved in his mind,
her mangled body— redefined.
Thrown nearly fifty feet,
landing crumpled in the street.
He should have let her drive.
Then she’d be here— still alive.
He gave no notice to her pleas
and so forged their destinies.
Standing vigil at her tomb
he begs, “How can life resume?”
Tracing her name etched in stone,
the realization— he’s alone.
Unwilling to leave her side
grief and guilt soon collide.
Under dark foreboding skies
his remorse intensifies.
Again he cries himself to sleep,
within dreams the lovers meet.
She looks lovely— like before.
Vibrant eyes are restored.
Mortal beauty leaves no trace.
Abhorrent flesh takes its place.
Features torn— a jagged shred.
Matted hair— soaked with red
Recalling her twisted form,
lying broken— barely warm,
slumbers end with a start
pain erupting in his heart.
He prays, “Jesus, take me now!”
wiping sweat beads from his brow.
Haunted by this gruesome vision
he makes a desperate decision.
Seeking to join his lifeless bride
he prepares his suicide.
Pulling the weapon from his boot,
he loads it for to shoot.
A single shot behind the ear,
pooling blood in mud appears.
Falling forward o’er her grave,
another life he could not save.
Guilt plagued his every thought.
An anguished soul— overwrought.
Having drawn his final breath
they come together within death.
In the morning he’ll be found
lying face down on the ground.
No longer tortured by his deeds
he’ll soon join her ‘neath the weeds
He sacrificed his life—
penance for his wife.
Herein the lesson lies—
never drink and drive.
