Treasure Island

James Comerford

(14-12-62 / London)

Waiting at the Altar


What am i doing here i could have called it off!

Standing at the alter shedding a tear
Getting married for no other reason than the fear
Of hurting those who supported us and made our day
one of happiness so sincere.

I should have, could have walked away!

The bride arrived and i braced myself.
Hoping and praying. she would falter before reaching the altar

As the wedding march played i stood somewhat dismayed.
Oh god shes going to go through with it
I pleaded within myself, please turn, please walk away from this charade
This farce we have created, this debacle of wasted joy, this sham of a wedding and the two young kids stood shaking at the altar.

James comerford

Submitted: Sunday, August 15, 2010
Edited: Sunday, August 15, 2010

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Waiting at the Altar by James Comerford )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. pray to me, tara mahdavi
  2. pray, tara mahdavi
  3. Shame, gajanan mishra
  4. Wisdom and Sacrifice, Steven Rhoads
  5. The Twilight Zone, Neela Nath
  6. Greedy Thoughts, Tony Adah
  7. To do the needful, gajanan mishra
  8. If truth can have, hasmukh amathalal
  9. I didn't go on the internet this morning, Rose Lu ( Bing hua )
  10. Government: We Deserve, douglas scotney

Poem of the Day

poet Henry David Thoreau

My books I'd fain cast off, I cannot read,
'Twixt every page my thoughts go stray at large
Down in the meadow, where is richer feed,
And will not mind to hit their proper targe.
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]