The Hearse

I leave these flowers beside the stone,

and realize now... I'm all alone,

not sure of what to say or do.

My heart is broken as I walk away,

not sure of my future, or even today

to deny I'm scared, would simply be untrue.

As I'm walking home from this desolate place,

I try to keep up with a steady pace,

I notice a car, not too far from behind.

Now at home it's plain to see

I'm haunted by my memories,

and the pain is more than I can bare.

From the window now, I can plainly see,

this creepy car that followed me,

has no driver, nobody's even there.

What has me frighted even more,

as I now peek outside from my door,

not a car, but a dark foreboding hearse.

Now filled with fear and deep despair,

I close my eyes, and hope nothings there,

but feel upon me, a deeply planted curse.

I call some friends to meet me soon,

to tell them of my fate and doom,

as I'm sure, this hearse is after me.

I leave outside from my back door,

now it's following me, like it did before,

I started running, hoping to break free.

I finally reach my destination,

and tell my friends my fears, frustrations,

they look behind me, and nothing do they see.

They try to convince me, there is no hearse

and scoff at the idea of a curse,

Their words are comfort, but it didn't apply to me.

They simply couldn't understand

and felt as if I'm going mad,

with grand delusions, of things I fear to meet.

As I walk away with my head down low,

with no one to love, and no place to go,

I walk out to the middle of the street.

My friends did see the hearse appear,

and now they understand my fears,

as it strikes me down, they know that I was right.

We all are victims of it's wrath,

at some point, we will cross it's path,

and the hearse, will soon be after you!