Say, that’s quite a castle
That you’ve built yourself today;
But night is coming with it’s storm
To wash it all away
The sun’s first rays will fall upon
A beach white and pristine;
As all the work of human hands
To nevermore
Be seen
Tag: Death
The Night She Didn’t Come Home
The night she didn’t come home
He had made her a perfect dinner
He had rehearsed his apology over and over
He was going to make it right
Her favorite food
Her favorite wine
Ready at the time she would normally be home
Watching the time
Waiting
He knew he had been wrong
So he texted her
That he had a surprise for her when she got home
But that night she didn’t come home
She never came home again
By the time the state patrolman knocked on the door
He was beside himself with worry
Then, with grief
The night she didn’t come home
He had made her a perfect dinner
But nobody ever ate it
Nor drank the wine
Nor heard the apology
And the last angry words
He had said to her
Still ring in his head
Where the wind sweeps restlessly
Beside her silent grave
To share is human:
The Daily Battles
The daily battles that we fight
Are what our lives are, in the end
The horrors of the past we hide
The present dooms that might impend
And as the days and years go by
We list events out, name and date
And hear the dove of mourning cry
For all the lucklessness of fate
For death and grieving we endure
For violence that’s been done to us
We go on forward, always sure
That it will be so, ever thus
The daily battles that we fight
Take all our courage and require
That we do not desert by flight
And with our dying breath, reach higher
