Friday, November 6, 2009

The Task


“The Task”

On the front deck

The sun was late in the sky

As you stood and faced me

And looked in my eyes

I am not sure if I felt the shock

Or heard first the sound

But my stomach was turning

As I fell to the ground

You stood over me

With your smoking gun

Perhaps unaware

Of what you had done

My chest was afire

I could not draw breath

And you just walked away

While I lay bleeding to death

A long time has passed

Since that day on the deck

And in so many ways

I am still just a wreck

Will I ever let go

Of all this pain

Am I able to forgive

This saltwater rain

Until you have found

The courage to ask

We will never know

If I am up to the task


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