A poem about a man who losses his wife in a car accident. |
Am I not in the path of destruction? It seems like I'm coming to the end of the road I look down and see an opening up ahead The light ahead doesnt make me happy It doesnt make me speed up or slow I know its there, but I just don't want to go I start to think of why I'm here again The look on your face as I held you You died in my arms, yet you still were smiling My anger was fierce at your final breath I let you down into the grass, already stained a crimson And I did something I shouldn't have I raced to his truck, and yanked him onto the road He fell hard into the shattered glass and metal shards I began to release my pain into every blow Showing him where all murderers go And with one last final punch I let him onto the path of destruction Closer I come now... The light brighter than ever before Waves of heat reach my solemn face I stop at the edge of darkness Finally afraid at my realization Here I walk on the path of destruction The years after the unforgetable crash I sit in the bed of my cell And I hear the clangs of metal cups As they come to lead me on the path Lost in memories of that day I follow them And they lead me to the beginning of the end The chair, seemed to call to me And I sat with wonder, unrealizing I looked out at the people who watched And in the back row, there she was Her face with the same beautiful smile And finally a tear fell from my eye As I stepped onto the road of destruction |