"I wrote this poem last night as I was at work, a little bored. For a long time, I have been wanting to write a long poem, as majority of my poems are short. Plus I've used the sonnets style of poetry writing here, which is new to me and untested. But im happy with the result."
The Serendipity of Life
1
Under the frozen lamp he stared
Cold gushes of pain through his breath
Adjusting his collar he sat there and waited
Life was slowly slipping away
All blur seemed like magical hypnotism
A silent cough let out a stream of murky blood
For a moment, he revolved feverously
Each rotation setting forth more spewed gag
Finally the spinning stopped
Momentarily hell beckoned
He was not going to give up easily today
Poverty had made him a fighter after all
2
It had been a long eventful day at work
Tiring, heavy bags beneath her eyes
Home summoned her from far away
As she lurched on to her destination
From far away the merciless clouds promised gloom
Her walk was surely ill fated with cold doom
Fleetingly, for a second, she stopped
Her heart reached out to the man beneath the frozen lamp
Was he dead, why does he tremble?
Awkwardly her feet followed her heart
She couldn’t part, he moaned for silent help
Finally she let out a hand of aid
3
He had waited in the scrubs for a long time
Now was the time to pounce
Stealthily he moved around the two
And approached her from behind
His shinning dagger glowed in the shadows
He yelled for money, poised to strike
Wait a minute, which is that man she helps?
He is half dead, and yet she aids
In her trembling eyes he saw an angel
The most beautiful ever, a simmering glow
The tear dropped with the stiletto
“Forgive me, I shall go”
He was gone before she could utter
4
She stood there for a while, confused in bewilderment
Her wavering hand pinched her to life
The man was in need of attention, and she was going to do it
God had given her the strength tonight
She had to abet him
5
In the glory of the morning dusk
Two figures stumbled along the path
A slow and painful journey it pictured
Life was at the Almighty’s altar
Two lone strangers fighting death and gloom
Finally her house bloomed over the horizon
God had answered her prayers
She would look to him through the night
6
The first ray of sunlight hit his eyes
It stirred the life in him, as he opened his soul
God had made a mistake
He was supposed to be in hell, not in heaven
Wait a minute
He had survived, he smirked, and he had done it
Death was played upon and cheated
He had made it through the night, but how?
He looked around and a chill passed his bones
A woman lay dead on the floor.
Copyright Abs 2005.
