In a ditch, in a field with

A knife in the back.

Maybe a gun, drugs or

Alcohol have taken them

from life. Or,

in a house

having dinner with a smile on

their face.

On a road, driving south�

Going as far as they can.

The pressure or stress. Maybe

Memories or feelings better

Left in the past.

Why they left,

Where they've gone;

If they're dead

No one knows.

There will be tears.

There will be pain,

But gradually they'll die.

Life will go on and

They'll be buried deep in

Dark hearts.

Sometime down the years,

On a foggy night;

A ghost may come back

And then answers�

May come.

© by ~Lee-Anne Peters~