Watery Grave-Pt.1

by HOLLY ARMER   Jul 20, 2004


He drains his glass and slowly looks around.
How many more drinks till the memories drown?

Constantly there like an eerie shadow cast.
Happy times that weren't meant to last.

He had a son, a daughter, and a beautiful wife.
They had all they needed for a nice, stable life.

Each Sunday they would have a picnic at the park.
Letting the children play till just before dark.

By dark they were home safely tucked into bed.
As dreams floated through their young angelic heads.

Once they were asleep and the house was locked tight.
He would go to his wife and settle in for the night.

Oh how beautiful their time had been.
He would do anything to be there again.

You see one Sunday they stayed out too late.
And that mistake would seal their fate.

It started to rain on the way to the car.
The darkness closed in till he couldn't see far.

He didn't worry because these roads he knew well.
But he didn't realize how fast the water would swell.

As he crossed the low bridge along the way.
The car started to sputter and began to sway.

The next thing he knew they were floating down stream.
He tried not to panic as the children began to scream.

He got little Ashley out of her car seat.
Helped his wife to get to their son Pete.

He could see the bank, not too far away.
Made a decision that haunts him to this very day.

He told the kids to get on his back and hold tight.
Assuring them they were going to be alright.

He took his wife's hand and said "Don't let go.
We'll make it to the shore this I know!"

He opened the door as the water rushed in.
Knowing that this would be where the work would begin.

Fighting the current, they swam so hard.
Gaining an inch, then losing a yard.

Hope fades as his wife is ripped away and pulled under.
His children's cries unheard by the loud crashing thunder.

His kids cling tight to their father so strong.
But they are losing the battle it won't be long.

The current pulls Ashley away from his reach.
The last sound she made was a deafening screech.

Just father and son left to make their way.
But in this watery death little Pete's meant to stay.

They slip under and when they come back up for air.
There's only one left, his son's no longer there.

His family's all gone, no reason to be brave.
Decides that this is the end, his watery grave.

Everything goes black as the water covers his head.
He awakes a month later in a hospital bed...

*I finally finished part 2 of this poem! Sorry it took so long....here's the link enjoy!

http://www.poems-and-quotes.com/sad/poems.php?id=333946

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  • 11 years ago

    by Ashleigh Skye

    Wow that was amazing...and very sad.. the emotion of the story was extemely powerful. nice job

  • 12 years ago

    by Amanda Bee

    This is just too terribly sad:( Wow! Excellent poem...*eyes starting to water*...Your poetry is magnificent. OK. *Taking a deep breath* I'm summoning the courage to go read part 2 now...

    GREAT JOB!!! 5/5

  • 12 years ago

    by Forever29

    Excellent! A very gripping story. 5!

  • 13 years ago

    by BOB

    Horiffying, I felt it, God I realy felt it. The saddest thing I read in a while. Somehow I realy feel youre expression.

  • 13 years ago

    by Silent

    Hi Holly
    I will try to work on some ideas
    Chris