Memories of the forgotten

He woke up to blood on the floor,

She has done this before.

This time she went all the way,

Now it's time for God to take her away.

Can you see?

It's been putting him on the edge.

The funeral was held,

And now he's standing there debating,

Go on with life or climb aboard.

To keep the pain or to ease into the coffin,

None of his decisions were ever easy.

The day he stepped away from the grave,

He was never the same.

The smile he held was never seen again.

His anger was the focus of his life saying, "Never again.."

The memory of her was what kept him from sleeping.

He lay there at night thinking,

"If only.. If only.."

He left a note on the table,

Then took the knife from it's sheath thinking, "Tonight I'm going to see my angel."

When the police arrived the next morning,

All that could be seen was blood.

Reviews

[Sara]

Nice piece. I could tell you implemented a lot of your emotions into this. Good job.