Mary

Stories have been told

About this woman of old

She can tell the future, they say

So I took a walk on the stone pathway

I strode up to the worn wooden door

Apprehension shook me to my core

I give a knock or two

And oh, how the door flew!

A woman with curly brown hair pulled me in

The room was dark, the lights were dim

From the look in my eyes she saw my utter pain

Despite the cool and calm demeanor I was trying to feign

She pulled me into her lap without one word

Oh the comfort was much needed, I did not find it absurd

I talked, I vented, I wept

My words, I knew she'd accept

Hours and hours she listened to me speak

Her hand gently running through my hair

-oh, the luxury made me go weak

When the tears, sobs and shrieks

Finally began to cease,

She pulled me close to her breast,

I could hear her heartbeat, she had me so tightly pressed

And when she finally spoke

Her words came out, hoarse and croaked

Nonetheless, I listened to what she had to say,

Her words still ring in my ears to this day

"Everything turns around,

Everything turns around...

Terrors may be coming,

They are only games.

Everything turns around,

Everything turns around...

Sirens may be sounding,

Roads are closing down,

But I am true believer,

I am a true believer...

So grab your pills and pillows,

Take what you'll remember,

Everything turns around,

Everything turns around..."

And with that I got up

And the last thing she said to me was, "I'm always here if you need me, buttercup."

I slowly walked out, my eyes so sore

I cried so much, I don't think I can weep anymore

My gait crippled and shaky, I returned home.

I really had no where else to roam

Weeks later, I came to see her again

But I found her dead on the floor; overdosed on cocaine.

I fell to my knees

Her cold corpse I did squeeze

I squeezed and I held her, desperate for some kind of warmth,

But I knew that heavenward with Goddess she was sent forth

My friend, my only friend was gone

I don't, I don't know how I'll move on.

Yet she's still here, somewhere not far

Always forever etched in my heart.

Author's Note

The quote here is taken directly from the song "Mary" by Yellow Ostrich. You guys should really check it out. And on another note, please don't do drugs...

Reviews

[alifeacoustic]

What a beautiful write of tragedy and loss. She spoke true in everything turns round, but it is such a pity that she never lived to see it happen. Wonderful write. Thank you for sharing.

[Falon Quirke]

Wow, this is amazing. It's very haunting and mysterious. Nice

[Koibito "Nickie" Kitsuy..]

Beautiful work. I love the way you kept rhyming was amazing. Nicely done.

[Will]

MARY YOU ARE ON DRUGS!

A very tragic tale here, Careline. I like the format and the rhyme you went with here. Great job.