they took the wrong finger

early that morning
with the sound of the waves
he sat in his car all alone

the black hole returned
swallowed him whole
turning his future to stone

nine fingers he had
they all worked just fine
that night he needed just one

if only the doctor
knew what was to happen
he’d of cut off the one used for a gun

Gary found that place
deep in his head
the reality all of us dread

darkness and pain
are lord of this realm
those who enter all end up dead

rest in peace my friend
may God forgive
what you’ve done on Valentines Day

i hope and i pray
that i never take
that same path to end up that way…

Copyright © 2007 Ronald J. Edwards