A visit from Grief

Four walls have become my friends
around my bedroom to the end

hung posters tell the story
of a lonely boy

who waits by the phone
to hear her voice

" i'll call you tonite"

is what she told him
the words echo in his head

like keys shaken
in a bottle

so he lays
in his bed

drunken with impatience
and then the phone rings and he hears

" im on my way"

joy runs across
his face with fast legs

he can't wait
for his love

but then ten, twentey,
and the thirty minutes past

and there is no
sign of his beloved

his heart sinks
in titanic proprotions

and then a knock
runs rampid on the door

he rips open the door
like a kid at christmas

only to find a lump
of coal dressed in a badge

"we're sorry to inform you.."

is what he began to say

killed by an a husband
drunken with rage

but now both lie
dead in mangled heaps

of metal that men created
all he wanted was a evening

of peace and his love
to adoar but instead

got death knocking at his door