Black Coffin

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By Tyler Cedric Golden

This was suppose to happen, is what the say, But I think there was an alternative direction, a different way, For things to occur with less depression, less sorrow, But this is what happened, and I will feel the same way I do tomorrow, You were always by my side, There for me until the day I was to die, True shown love just by the look of your eyes, Now you are somewhere up in the sky, I wish I could tell you I loved you one more time, And that I am still forever yours, and you are still forever mine, But now it seems, I will never be fine, Without you, I am so lost and confused, Not knowing what to do….. When I went to see you at your funeral, I instantly burst into tears, Knowing the one in there, was my beautiful kind-hearted dear, My love, my true happiness, my other half, The one who I promised my love would always last, But now you physically, are only a memory of my past, I never thought my first true love, would have left so fast, You were my savior from the darkness and hate, You picked me up and altered my fate, Into happiness, love, and care, You were with me always, anywhere….. Without your motivation, without your aid, I feel my life is done, no suggestions to be made, About what to do next, And if this was a test, Then I failed, but that is fine with me, Because this world was so horribly cruel to me, So as I pick up this gun, I hope you know, That I am fixing to show, That you were truly EVERYTHING TO ME!!! And now, my hearts sorrow overpowers my will to live, Lord please forgive me, for all of the wrong I did…. “POP!!!!” My coffin waits, chosen before birth, Waiting for me on this earth, I know I made a mistake, but I can never turn back, So I crawl into this coffin of death, this coffin, covered in black.

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April 16, 2009 20:56Felicia

So sorry ... I was on last night looking but before I wrote a comment I felt the need to write a poem of my own. turns out the i couldn't finish the piece and in frustration I just closed my computer and didn't get the chance to comment. Hum this poem is good but a bit confusing. You make the reader first think that this is your lover but in fact it is your grandfather. I assume that this poem was based on real life experiences and feelings. The last part of the poem is good and from "I feel my life is done, no suggestions to be made TO Lord please forgive me, for all of the wrong I did" Felicia Mac

April 17, 2009 16:10Tyler Cedric Golden

no you were right on the first impression that indeed it is talking about a relationship of my love that is killed and you have to participate at a funeral in which it is the death of your first true love in life...Tyler

April 17, 2009 16:59Felicia

When you said "pop" I didn't realize in till now that you meant the sound not Grandfather. Sorry thats why i was like this poem doesn't make scene. :) The poem is very good. Just disregard the first part my my last comment. Felicia Mac

April 25, 2009 21:54Destinee Amber Kohlman

I love the way you write...your really good