Ballad Of Loss

Ballad

Strung out from the cold dead road
Eugene walks morbid streets
Feeling he can’t complete the task
He sees her in faces he meets

The walls close in around his head
A broken boy soldier
Missing his love from, which he left
He’ll never feel closure

She’s fading as disease consumes
Consumption, a deadly killer
He thinks of the good times
The movies, which were thrillers

He was forced to go overseas
Leaving her to mourn
Discovering troubled news
A son is to be born

The disease rips at her bones
She still remains strong
He cries himself to sleep
Not really getting along

Loathing the different facts of life
Completing his thought
The next letter is in the mail
The fight was then fought

She had nothing left to give
Alone in her bed she lay
Lifeless lies a motionless figment
Time of death, 8:20

On his knees clutching the letter
Tears spread the ink about
Like a pool of lonely words
He cannot live without

I have nothing to live for
Walks to his deserted closet
He grabs the metallic pistol
Mulls over all facts about it

He slips the pistol into his mouth
Tears stream down his face
Why was it her he took?
Nothing can fill her place.

My son and my wife are gone
Finger pulls the trigger
There is nothing to live for
No more fears to linger