All Is Well

A single golden light Danced through the frame, And spangled out of the dark house As snow spun downward Into the abyss of the night. A man trembled inside Shaking his head in pain. Tears grew off his face and Watered the floor. He sat for sometime, Then slid off the couch And heavily trudged up the stairs. He opened the door and saw his son, sleeping Soundly in the swollen room. The hushed raspy breaths of the boy Echoed in the stillness of the man's heart. Moonlight spilled through the pane tricking the blue curtains to shine. And in his heart he knew, All is well. Then moving to the next room, Where the form still lay, Of his teenaged daughter. Headphones jammed loud in her ears, Playing the beat of her resistance. The man was glad she could escape What he could not. Softly he leaned over and kissed Her forehead, whiffing the smell Of her fresh hair die. And in his heart he knew, All is well. Shutting the door behind him, Staggered down the stairs, Leaned on the banister. His gaze met the open room. Empty with lace curtains, Plush couches, And his spirit glass. Then through his swollen eyes He lingered over the pictures on the wall, And silently walked to his desk. He pulled the drawer open A brush of cedar hit his nose, He use to love that smell. He pulled out a revolver. And in his heart he knew, CLICK It wasn't.