My heart you have distroyed
Shattered to pieces
Like broken clay Pottery
My soul's light of truth
You have extinguished
Tears no longer flow
Down the dry tracks
Of my tears.
I whisper your name
Before the last sigh
Once I finally realized
That your lovely image
I'll see never again
Before my eyes.
Now I sit in darkness
No shadows on the wall
Missing are the night sounds
Of the crickets and frogs croaking
And the haunting calls, of the loons
That chills me, to the bones.
On a dark night, without a moon
Just me alone
Sitting in a dark room
Wondering why?
In my hands
I am holding a revolver
Loaded with six bullets
Of caliber .38
Knowing that only one
Will surfice.
By: William Bonilla
06/01/06
*****NOTE*****
Fear not, Tis only poetry
just a wee dab of the dark
Leave me alone, and that is what first husband Mel father of my 4 girls did. He never talked to me but once after the divorce. He was so mad at me for the high therapy bills. Only time he cameand talked to me was at a birthday party of granddaughters' and I moved my chair away from him and gave him same silent treatment he gave me for years too. I forgive him now that he is in heaven too, but it was kind of hard. Anyway I found true love with Tom. Second chances do come around.
Thankfully you were simply being creative Bill...
Is that your grandchild in your lap in bio pick? So very happy, content and adorable! Couldn't be in a better place at that moment! Thanks for sharing your blessings!
Love, Suzie xox :-D
Thank God and Greyhound William. Until I got to the **Note** I was very fearful that something may have happened since I went on holiday. This is dark. I like your lighter and loving pens better although this one is very well written.
Susan
WOW!! William,,thank you so much for the footnote!! Pretty awesome for as dark as the words are,,but as we all know the ending of this way, is really not the answer,,but it happens so many times, if only they would give life just alittle time,,but who knows,,we all have to live with our decisions,,it is a truely sad, poem,,yet, holds so much truth,,clea
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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Is that your grandchild in your lap in bio pick? So very happy, content and adorable! Couldn't be in a better place at that moment! Thanks for sharing your blessings!
Love, Suzie xox :-D
Love,
Eileen
Susan
Very dark indeed...
This one got me from the inside into my veins... I heard the shot... If it wasn't for the footnote... SIGH!
"A Decision Ends" kept my attention to the last line. I enjoyed its reading.
I salute You, Poet.
Long healthy blissful life.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Stark Ending William!!
Love Tinka