Paralyzed

Silence lingered in the doorway
As another bullet shot through him
His world spinning inside his head
As darkness fell upon him
Winter seemed to arrive soon
And he was numb and cold;
Blood poured from his chest
Like a flowing river, never jaded
He lay there motionless in an ocean of red
As she stared at him in disbelief
The newspaper slid from her hands
Her mind reeling and bemused
Horror seemed to have clutched her by the throat
And it was hard to breathe
A drop of silvery tear rolled down her cheek
Followed by an eternal flow
Of memories that are too vivid, too painful
The son wiped away her tears,
Twenty seven years later
He still haunted her mind, too real, too wounding
She smiled in pain, as she greeted him with white roses
The son took her hand, and she fought to fight back the tears
He stared back at them in silence
Weeping inside of him,
He was no more.