Just a quick couple of poetry drabbles that have been knocking around on my hard-drive. Stephen's death, both from his point of view and Nick's. First poetry drabbles I've posted on this site, so please let me know what you think!
The Price of Forgiveness
I don't want
to be seen as a martyr, compensating for sin,
Yet when I walked
through that door, I knew death lay within.
But it was him or it
was me, I had to choose,
And if it's in terms of guilty, then I
stand accused.
I committed a betrayal, perhaps the worst of
them all,
And when she returned, I knew I was to fall.
She had
her revenge and, by God, it was sweet,
To see her lover and her
husband, heads hung in defeat.
I asked him for forgiveness, I
apologised and protested,
But it was too late, I was despised and
detested.
I never truly appreciated what he and I had,
Until it
was sour and bitter, the very essence gone bad.
After that, we
did nothing but fight,
His gaze, when it fell on me, was darker
than night,
If he was forced to stand near me, each muscle was
tight,
And then I knew I'd do anything to put this to right.
When
the inevitable moment came, and we were to part,
I looked in his
eyes, and saw true forgiveness in his heart.
And then as I lay,
tortured and dying,
My heart was free and my soul was flying.
It Should Have Been Me
The
fist came from nowhere, landed me on the floor,
And I watched in
horror, the scene through that door,
As I sank to my knees,
shaking and crying,
A few feet away, my best friend was dying.
As
he closed his eyes and faded away,
Another section of my world
blurred into grey,
And each and every day, I'll shoulder the
regret,
That I had neither the strength nor the courage to forgive
and forget.
For through thick and through thin, he remained my
friend,
Saving my skin, right up to the end.
And when I saw
him torn apart, degree by degree,
I knew I'd never stop thinking
it should have been me.
Strong.
Brave.
Kind.
Clever.
He'll remain in my heart and my memories forever.