In the streets of an unfamiliar city
In the dead of night
A loud noise rings out in the once silent streets
The sound of a single shot filled the silence
A body falls to the ground
Almost as if in slow motion
People begin to emerge from their homes
Panic breaks out on the street
People rush to the body that just fell
Screams now fill the night air
Frantic 911 calls begin
A body surrounded by people
Mere strangers
She never thought this was how she would die
She pictured a graceful death
Not lying in the street
In a pool of her own blood
While strangers crane their necks to get a view
What an unjust death
As the sirens draw closer
She knows its too late for them to save her
She begins to feel her earthly life slip from focus
The ambulance arrives
People scatter out of the way
As the woman is lifted onto a stretcher
The doors of the ambulance close on her
At this point she knows its time to let go and take her last breath
She was always told life was short…
But she never thought life could be this short
If she had known this was her fate
She would have done so many things differently
Heavy with regret
She walks into the light
Whilst walking into the light she has time to reflect upon her life
Reflections of all the regret she carried with her
She regretted most letting the man she loved walk out of her life
In a flash she watches him walk away and her not even put up a fight
Her heart went cold in that moment
She had vowed to never love again
Her love for him had burned bright like a lantern in the midst of the darkest night
Everyday that he was gone her heart grew colder
Nothing could ever light her heart the same way his love did
His love evoked things that surprised even her
The love she held for him exceeded every other kind of love
Her heart remained broken until that fateful night
Even in death all she could think about was him
In her last fleeting moments of life she felt more regret and heartache
Then in her whole life
She then understood what real pain was
It superseded physical pain
This pain came from regret and heartache
No pain on this earth can touch the pain of a broken heart
She now had so much clarity in those final moments than ever before
The term dying of a broken heart now applied to her physically and mentally
As heavens staircase descended from above
She knew it was time to let go of her regrets
And let God heal her broken body and mind
Mounting the staircase
She let go of all that held her back
And disappeared into Gods loving arms
For when God held her she felt truly free.
- Macy Persephone Manning
Nice Write
KS
Thank you :)
Thank you :)
Love sure can be a fickle thing
I enjoyed the depth of this poem and your writing style. God's grace, a place to be in the absence of everything. We'll all go there one day.... Might I also say welcome to post poems!
Thank you!
Thank you I appreciate the compliment I plan to post other of my writings but I've been working like crazy hours lately and havent had time to respond to anyone :)