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