The Tree Of Words.

Banquet with Death...

(A poem on heartbreak??)

The day you left me,

I dined with death,

At his very own hearth.

We had a banquet,

The bread was toasted,

And the pigs roasted.

At his table of souls,

While we wined and dined,

My fate was outlined.

I had planned to join you,

Cut my wrist and watched myself bleed,

Smiling wistfully as I did the deed.

But fate had other plans for me,

The cut wasn't too deep,

And my path was too steep.

I was left with my pain and scars,

Reminders of my loss,

And crosses to bear for my cause.

And I knew,

With the surety of my life,

That I was better off with the choices God made in my life.

[Love, Beebs ♥]