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