The day was fine and fair at first, the wind was passing by,
It's breeze was gentle sweet and kind, it's fragrance like a sigh!
I thought to see the sunshine peeking from the clouds or' head!
But here I sit a rumpled mess, just mourning for the dead.
I can recall her mournful cry as the car impaled the wall,
It haunts me with it's piercing scream, it's wailing banshee call.
I wonder if God cares for me, I wonder if God knows,
I wonder if God hates me now, while I sit here in the cold.
Will I see her in the life to come? Will I ever feel her touch?
Will I walk through the rest of my life alone? I love her so very much.
Dear God in heaven up above, will you help me in my plight?
Will you hear my words and give me strength to pilot a course in flight?
Will you leave me to wallow? will you send forth a friend?
Will you help me recover from this so tragic end?
My heart is engulfed with the sorrow of Loss,
My life is in shambles, what a terrible cost!
What am I to do in my lifetime that's left?
Where am I to go, I am lost and bereft.
My soul lingers here in the soil of despair,
I am hurting so bad does God even now care?
What am I to do with the time that I have?
I will seek out life's healing the best balm and best salve!
I have ever been sure in my pathway by her,
I knew just what to do, I was confident, sure...
As I sit here in a room lit with candles and light,
Gazing at her corpse... what a horrible sight...
If there is a friend who will reach out to me,
I desperately need help, I need to be free....
I reach out to anyone who passes by,
For the tragedy crushes me just with a sigh.
Let my heartache be felt, let my life's course renew,
Help me please find the pathway toward the best you!
Written 7: 04 am 2/26/2014 MST
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem