Wednesday, December 18, 2013

I Heard the Volume Tumble



There’s a breaking in my heart
It’s one I cannot contain
A crack that’s ever widening
Blackness filled with pain
I grieve forever for his soul
When it pours it reigns
Prominently, purposely
Etched upon my brain

Not a lover, not a friend
A mentor, maybe so
Slowly probed my mind
He did, to let my lifeline flow
Jigsaw puzzles of the past
Seeking to be whole
One and then another
Reaching closer to the goal

I read the letter carefully
Again and then again
My brain began to burn like fire
I could not comprehend
The meaning of the prose
The simple strokes of fountain pen
Began to fade like photos old
No beginning just: The End

I should have been the one to leave
My life the one in jumble
Instead he put a shotgun to his head
Pulled the trigger, did not fumble
A shot so clean, so accurate
A man so wise and humble
Closed the book, though miles away
I heard the volume tumble

There’s a breaking in my heart
It’s one I cannot contain
A crack that’s ever widening
Blackness filled with pain
I grieve forever for his soul
When it pours it reigns
Prominently, purposely
Etched upon my brain


                             L.M Wilkins  2013