tragedy is the word that comes to me
every time i pass your home
how did it all come to this
that you no longer are around

a family torn apart
by the injustice we call life
not that it's unaware it just doesn't care
what you think of wrong or right

to take a young loving mother
with so much potential left
out for a date with cancer
in the dining out of death

the marriage bond was broken
when along came death do us part
no words need be spoken
with the hardening of the heart

then along came the bottle
taking place of the marriage bed
she could never leave your heart
nor could she leave you head

whoever could have imagined
that it would come to this
that all would fade to black so fast
but what about the kids

they watched their mother like no other
try and smile away the pain
as their father seemed to lose control
to the bottle everyday

this isn't what they planed for
so they didn't plan ahead
do you think you'll live forever
if you never think of death

so now we turn to the children
since mom and dad have left the scene
all they can do now daily
is live their parents nightmarish dream

should Thee Artiste tell me
my poetic offerings are sub-par
I shall endeavor to lift my game
so they rise above his high bar

Whitest of white against the darkest of black
Tossed around in the biggest of waves; I'm but a tiny speck

Prominent like the moon out on a sunlit sky
Attempting to live again after every night I die

Time slips by... The days have come and then gone
Drawing the curtains of dusk; to unveil the arrival of dawn

To everything else we should be indifferent because for each other we truly care
At opposites we stand for I am here while you are there...