Book of Life

I wrote this for a friends funeral

I’m not stood on a book, of empty pages, anymore

But I seem to be lost, between the lines; I’ve left behind me

And although ahead, I still have pages, on which to write my life

I think it’s nearly over before it’s started in my head

I’m stuck upon a page, half written by my past

I can’t move forward, because I lack the closure, of this story

And although I know, I’m on my way I keep on looking back

Confused, by countless pictures and words, that have no meaning

The pages turn, as scenes are written, then years go flashing by

The shadows form, around my heart and clouds, surround my mind

And although the rain, begins fall, my life begins to fade

Into darkness, so sad, so cold, my life begins to end

The last page in my book of life, the final drum roll please

One final tale to be told and then the lights go out

The summer sun, begins to cool and leaves, begin to fall

I’m in eternal darkness now; my life is at an end