IN THE SHADOW OF DEATH

WHAT ELSE IS LEFT TO DO,
BUT DIE,
THERE ARE NO ANSWERS 
TO MY QUESTIONS,
SO WITH GROANING FROM THE HEART 
I SCREAM IN AGONY.. WHY?

WHY THE LOVE OF MY LIFE
IS GONE,
WHY AM I PUNISHED SO SEVERELY,
WHAT HAVE I DONE WRONG. 

MY HOPES AND DREAMS FOR YOU
HAS DIED IN THE WOMB,
JUST WHEN YOUR FEATURES 
AND SMILE, BEGAN TO BLOOM. 

ALL I HAVE LEFT, IS GRIEF,
AND NOTHING THAT IS SAID, OR DONE,
BRINGS MY HEART RELIEF.

STILLBORN.. ARE THE PLANS,
THAT I HAD FOR YOU,
CRADLING YOUR PRECIOUS BODY
IN MY LOVING ARMS,
AND CELEBRATING YOUR BIRTHDAY 
AT TWO.

NOTHING BUT EMPTINESS,
NOW GRIPS MY SOUL,
AND I FEEL SO ALONE,
IN THE CRUEL WORLD,
WITHOUT  MY PRECIOUS LOVE
TO KISS AND BEHOLD.

WILFORD BARKER.