A Silent Witness
For a hundred more years
I could have stood
Silently great
Amongst this wood
A silent witness
To young lovers
Stolen moments
Secrets abundant
My presence, mildly unassuming
As children play, and picnics lay
Beneath the ground,
My life’s resuming
Judge me not on my stance
But appreciate my wisdom
I have felt so much
And loved so unconditionally
Then came the fateful day
Without thought for my soul
You cut my life away
Where I once stood? A hole!
Now my purpose in life?
Death!
Oh yes!
For I am not just any chair, yet still the silent witness
Patiently I sit and wait, for closure on your business
Carefully listening for my cue, the deadly ticking clock
While you prepare, pray, to escape from my lethal SHOCK!
Copyright © Vikki Coram | Year Posted 2009
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