Elegy of a Young Widower
ELEGY OF A YOUNG WIDOWER
Tiny rivulets of salt water
Springed from the optic peripheral of the young widower
Her beauty, a forever image in his head
Only reminded him that the owner is cold and dead
With unprintable words,
He blessed the drunk driver whom had destroyed both their worlds
Love flooded his heart for the man
A love for vengeance and murder
His ranting woke his suckling sleeping infant
A child, barely three, adorable but defiant
Seemed rather quiet and doveish tonight
Had she learnt of this family’s sad plight?
The news that haven’t crossed the shores of his lips to other towns?
Had she learnt I have lost my crown?
Maybe she overheard the harbinger of doom
Maybe she felt the presence of the room’s new gloom
Maybe she is taking her time to fill her eyes
Or she is awaiting for the opportunity to arise
It is dark
Both in my heart and in the night
Of a wife, I lack
Of tears, I am devoid of the might
Working has no meaning
I’ve lost my passion for winning
It’s time to close the door
Doors to the nights, she asked for more
Doors to the times of heartbreaks and dates
Doors to the delicious delicacies in silver plates
For the rest of my life and in every place
I will forever remember your smiling face
Adieu
My love
©PenGenius
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