A Modicum of Sense

The events described here occurred over a year ago.

Bleed out the hurt, bleed out the pain

Another fetal life has circled the drain

Blood-soaked slacks, blood-soaked socks

Another couple racing against the clock

The phone call came after the Law of Sines

They disregarded all the speed limit signs

Speeding up toward three numbers fast

In his mind, that little heartbeat wouldn't last

And yet his fingers haven't pointed toward heaven

Maybe he wants to receive the bread unleavened

An event like this is just hell upon his heart

He can't stay still, he's emotionally torn apart

The spouse is riddled with pain, racked with guilt

Even though God is the foundation that love built

The second time over is still as hard as the first

And yet he wonders if they are doomed or cursed

All that's left is to pursue the prior plans

And remain a slave to the moneyed demands

It's a punch to the stomach ironically enough

Life is gone, you're left with just bills and stuff

Condolence cards, religious trinkets and the like

Into your chest is just a hole from an iron spike

There is no clay to bake to reform the crack

In the soul, it's just out cold lying on its back

The students are jovial, they know not the despair

But they take the time to show you they care

At the end, it's a personal defeat that makes

The couple stronger, or causes a complete break

Whatever you are, wherever you spiritually stand

Life takes detours off of your original plans

A life lost can still bring somebody serious joy

Even if nature, or God, grants you no girl or boy

All that's left is a memorial chain, a record of events

 In time, maybe this s**t will make a modicum of sense

Reviews

[joshua deathdealer]

Excellent work expressing these feeling. I pray that in time this does make sense to you and that you can find peace in this area.