A Long Dark Night
by: Ann Lori Cooper
I stand in absent memorie,
looking down the hallway, of those years.
Behind each door, another painfull tear.
Your smell your eyes your words,
Echo still, in every squirming room.
My son, your other victim, gone far to soon.
Today we stood there, you and I,
Walked down the faded carpet trail,
Meloncholic dialouge of all that made us fail.
You clamied your demon soured by drink
ripped violently my soul
No forgivness or remorse can change that heavy toll
Threadbear floors dust laden drapes
Filtered out all ray's of sun
In the cool dark timlesness, decay has long begun
Fingers trembling, fluttered heart
This door should now shut tight
But I can't say good bye my son.!
It is still a long dark night.
Copyright ©2007 Ann Lori Cooper
{Ann lori Cooper is my pen name}
