Tears of sorrow/River of pain

The dust of that gravel road stirred beneath my feet as I slowly
walked....and being alone it was to myself that I quietly talked....dreaming
of a way to bring back and protect the ones I loved....of a way to save
each beautiful life that once was....my heart feeling so heavy and my
shoulders hanging low....I finally made it as far as I was able to go....
with sorrow and grief overcoming my stubborn pride....I fell to my
knees in the dust and cried....my tears quickly became a river carrying
away the images of pain from my mind....in this river these are the images
a person may still find....
images of churches with rising steeples and devils with barbed
tails....of a preacher at the pulpit preaching less about heaven and more
about hell....images of grandparents who died trying to protect me from
the slaughter....of thier wonderful dark eyed fair skinned daughter....
images of a husband gripping a steely edged kitchen knife....as he stands
over the bloodied body of his dying wife....of a man in blue protected by
a shining star.....and the flickering lights from atop his car...the gun in his
hand still smoking from its deadly blast.....and images of a murderous
father put to rest at last

by RobcNky
posted on 02/02/2008