Carved in Stone

by Jennifer RIP Lesthat Hayden   Aug 3, 2009


It's been months since you passed away,
but in my mind you're here to stay.
Whether I'm in the car or home alone,
I see your name carved into stone.

I see those eyes peirce through my soul
and take away what makes me whole.
The screeching wheels and crashing cars
sent your kind soul beyond the stars.

To picture your body sit limp at the wheel
makes the thought of you dead seem so unreal.
If only I could turn back the hands on the clock
and change what happened in the final tick tock.

Now we'll never hug, or hear each other's voices,
and it's all because of another's bad choices.
How I'll miss the times we used to converse,
but life is a precious thing you can't reverse.

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  • 14 years ago

    by Courageous Dreamer

    'It's been months since you passed away,
    but in my mind you're here to stay.
    Whether I'm in the car or home alone,
    I see your name carved into stone.'
    `What a great opening, its sad.. but then again its nice how close those people that we lose stick to our minds.. the memories are still there at least. Loved 'carved into stone' meaning they literally mean that much to you and are always on your mind; permanently basically.

    'I see those eyes peirce through my soul
    and take away what makes me whole.
    The screeching wheels and crashing cars
    sent your kind soul beyond the stars.'
    `With this stanza--I believe I know who you are talking about and he was a huge asset to our club and will forever be missed. :/ Your words make me wanna cry.

    'To picture your body sit limp at the wheel
    makes the thought of you dead seem so unreal.
    If only I could turn back the hands on the clock
    and change what happened in the final tick tock.'
    `I think anyone would want to rewind time and prevent a tragedy from happening so that the person could still be with them today.

    '
    Now we'll never hug, or hear each other's voices,
    and it's all because of another's bad choices.
    How I'll miss the times we used to converse,
    but life is a precious thing you can't reverse.'
    `Very very well done with the last two lines, you are absolutely correct on that one.

    This poem brought back a lot of memories for me, as I believe I'm right about who it was written for. A nice tribute Jen.

  • 14 years ago

    by Corruption

    Whoa
    intense...
    this was magnificent
    havent read anything so like powerful
    it was just like bang bang bang with each line
    very good job

    Keenan