Linda Marie Van Tassell
Grave Consequences - Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell
A wash of dark ink spilled across sky,
spreading within ocean’s steady roll,
then dripped from the corners of his eye
from out the dark cavern of his soul.
He lifted the bottle in his hand
to black out the demons in his mind
and scatter like seashells on the sand
the worst of memories left behind.
He lost his son in a fateful wreck.
Flesh of his flesh was gone in a breath
when threads of destiny wrapped his neck
squeezing out life, leaving only death.
The maddening hours of despair
wrought him in bars bleeding black and blue,
unraveled his life, his wife, her care,
all the good things that ever he knew.
The ache of sorrow turned flesh to stone.
Shadows of regret haunted his eyes.
He guzzled his guilt, his pain - alone,
swallowed the tears that he never cries.
He gained momentum around the bend
and tempted his fate with borrowed time.
He justly wanted it all to end
too weary to lift his arms and climb.
The windshield shattered like crystal rain,
piercing the night like a crown of thorns
when he crossed into the other lane:
colliding of metal, fog, and horns.
She rushed in answer to his replies,
her suitcase stuffed to overflowing.
She will never hear his newborn cries
for the dead are ever unknowing.
She swallowed her blood and tasted sleep.
The voices echoed further away.
She drifted into her Father’s keep,
forever and ever there to lay.
They lifted the child from out the womb.
Their eyes were raining in requiem.
As they held him close and left the room,
their broken hearts wept and wept for him.
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