C Stands For Courage
I sat, I wondered and somehow I knew
you never called like you usually do,
It was getting late when I eventually heard
the dreaded sound of that awful word,
that awful word I prayed I wouldn’t hear
the word that makes me tremble with fear.
Your friend confirmed that the outcome was bad
I felt so empty and terribly sad,
my heart was broken, I wanted to cry
and over again I asked myself why?
Is life a lottery? For that’s how it seems
It dampens our hopes and shatters our dreams,
or a fragile footprint on the edge of the shore?
to be washed away, to exist no more.
Dedicated to Linda. Tues 16th April 2013
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Ray Boorman.
Published on e-Stories.org on 04/18/2013.