The Souls Of Three
What is it that drives my fear
The way it’s Scaring me
Is it my last breathe, with family near
Inviting death to see
With no other thought, than not to take
My family and their own souls of three
I saw my life and my wife’s life
In a kingdom of the light
And angels wrapped their wings
that held and gripped us tight
With a choir that peacefully sing
I could see my children with harps in heaven
Playing for my wife and me
All the while I kept asking why
In this kingdom of the light
For 30 years I feared, my families cries
Of death taking from their sight
My family with their souls I see
Why and how did it happen. My life is greater
Than those who murdered me
Or wronged us greatly now plea
The angels couldn’t change our fate
Nor death staring at our family tree
But this can never separate my soul
From my dearest family of three
For We can never part, or indeed start
Another life than ours, that was free
Footsteps not walked or speeches talked
From my family and their souls I can see
And so by my grave I lie on my side
Think on my darlings, my wife, my child
Just always with them, as you pass by
My family and their souls that I flee
Robert Shersby
Sat 12th Mar 2022 17:20
Worst nightmare leaving my family through death. Done in the meter and structure of one of my favourite poems Annabelle Lee by Edgar Allan Poe