Regrets

Embers glowing in the dark of night

Flickering valiantly trying to stay alive

I sit here watching them fade and die

Weak from my toils of the day

The church bell tolls for all to hear

Next door I hear Cecil Bevan coughing

Bed ridden his life is hanging by a thread

They're pounding at the door; my creditors

Morose my face, eyes filled with tears

The trigger pulled; the shotgun glowing

What have I done.... too late for regrets

Unspeakable regrets... what is this place?

I don't breathe anymore, no need for lungs here

For my soul, the soul of the damned, my race is run

As no soul escapes the call of the grim reaper

Edward (hedgehog1) 12.06.2017