Angus Lambie 2019
A Reality For Many People
I was walking along the side of the road as I mope around in dreariness. The letter I had picked up from the side of the road had my will that I created for when I was an old man. I had no idea what I was going to do with my life now that my wife had just died in a car crash. The car is now abandoned and been covered with graffiti just like all of the other automobiles left on the side of the freeway. The rain pouring down on top of me made footprints which represented my lost life behind me. Each step I took away from that car was a step further from my life’s purpose. Each step was a step away from what was the love of my life until the devils actions caused my wife to die a death which had taken away the sound of her beautiful violin playing. The Violin was blue just like her eyes which would stare me down directly into my soul making this passing the most unbearable thing that an innocent man would need to experience.