A sunset has been wasted. Another Dawn is yet to be
wasted.
He came around the corner with the knife. She had been
foolish enough to trust him. Conciously, he had never meant
to mess things up as was always the case. One false step,
one wrong time, he erred too much.
* * *
He is found kneeling, crying, each tear falling from clear
to red, life to death, happiness to desolation. Demise is
surely to follow upon him in these hours, left alone to
consider what has passed, an empty room to return to, a
useless future to face.
(-copyright Brian David Smith All Rights Reserved)
