THE DEEP END

THE DEEP END

Thickening clouds hid the stars
and filled the evening sky;
a fitting backdrop for my final act,
I would punish, not saying goodbye.

A desperate love I had for him,
in truth, did he love me as well?
Then why am I standing on this cliff
conceiving my own kind of Hell?

His arms were tight around her,
his eyes on her long blonde hair,
I watched them as they tenderly kissed,
and my quiet rage filled the air.

Surely a quick fall to my death
would serve him right, the liar, the cheat!
I'm ready to take the final plunge
into the water, the deep end - so deep.

Life without him, more than I can bear;
no use to try winning him back;
The color of love should always be red,
and below me the ocean is black.

Countrymom
2/5/06

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