Death Bed Memories
Death bed memories
This is a story told by a narrator,
Who cannot see the bigger picture.
Angel of stone weeps for the dead;
Lift me up and lay me to rest.
A nightmare of a former life attacks me from inside.
Death has always haunted me;
This isn’t a good day for her to die.
She is breathing her last, as she nearly did in the past
And she knows this won’t last;
But still she needs just one more gasp.
The dream is over and now we are back to reality.
Surely it cannot end like this? This is a tragedy.
She loves me, she doesn’t love me;
Sometimes she did, sometimes she didn’t.
Love has died in my arms and now it is gone.
Did I really have it?
All the King’s horses and all the King’s men,
Couldn’t put our love back together again.
Sink like a stone in a room with no windows;
Begging for an answer and doubting there is a God.
I have lost love; it was taken, for what reason I don’t know,
But I still have the memory of her love, even though she is now gone.
I did have true love, I tell them as I lay here dying.
She was everything to me and I knew she was amazing.
We loved for so long, I never imagined our love ending,
But I did have love, I have been loved…
I think it’s time I was going.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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