Wow....procrastination

Oopsie, been a good bit since I put anything up here. Sorry 'bout the delay ya'll. Oh, and to subvert any confusion that may arise, if you read "I Stepped" that is a poem dedicated to my grandfather, I wrote that shortly after he died. Several people have assumed it was to a former flame or *gasp* my husband.

Anywho....lol.....

Silent Prayer
With no voice left to speak,
I make my war silent,
I abhor all the killings,
no need to be violent.
I fight with my peace
to get my message through,
why should I kill
when my message is true?
Death is such a pain,
a heartbreak to all
I preach what I think
send my message to all.
I’ve seen all my friends die.
They fought for this war.
I silently pray
For them to die no more.
No body listens
they don’t hear me yell.
I silently pray
to end all this hell.
But nobody hears
The screams in my head
a victim of violence
I’m already dead.
**********


Doctor of Death
harmless doctors
loss of lives
words of Death
cut like knives.
mothers scream
children cry
They pray for those
about to die.
One way ticket
no way out.
The cure is Death
hear the shouts?
Dead on arrival
or soon will be
Dr. Death
grins down at me.
**********
I stepped
a chill overtook me as I stepped through the door.
Fear racked my body and I prayed for no more.
Death hung in the air, a heavy cloud
I stepped in the door and screamed aloud.
I sank to the floor, covered my face.
I didn’t belong here, so out of place.
I stepped through he door, and asked God for Death.
I asked for my heart to stop in his stead.
I stepped to the coffin to see the man there
To tell him I loved him, to tell him I cared.
Dressed in a suit, eyes closed for sleep
I knew nothing to do but sit down and weep.
He’s in a better place, but I still cried.
I wanted to hear his voice, why did he die?
I stepped out the door, and then I went home.
Unable to sleep, I talked on the phone
The voice on the phone heard all my fears.
I wished he was there to kiss away my tears.
I stepped out the door and into a car.
The trip was a short one, but my mind went far.
Everything I saw was something unknown.
Where did I live? Where was my home?
I stepped through the door and sat in a pew.
Crying was all I managed to do
I heard all the things that he ever did
His love for his wife, love for his kids.
The more I hear, the more I cried.
Why did he have to die?