A Coffin Of White For Innocence

• Lauren Whitford
• Poetry
• 2009

I put pen to paper but the ink doesn’t flow
I’ll ask a million questions yet I’ll never know
Laying deep beneath the crisp white sheets
Counting as they went, counting your heart beats
A knife in your hand a whole in your heart
Your love, your death, it hit me like a dart
A coffin of white for innocence

The blood ran free the sheets turned red
They turned away and shook their heads
I held your hand as you cried
I watched your soul slip away as you died
A man never stands as tall as when he kneels to help a child
An animal is never free unless they are wild
A coffin of white for innocence

They read out your name on the evening news
“Love thy neighbour, don’t abuse”
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
Until the end will you be mourned
They lined the streets with their silent tears
To them you were a conqueror, a slayer of fears
A coffin of white for innocence

I bow my head and let emotions run free
Didn’t you know you’d always be “the one” for me?
My heart is heavy, my eyelids like lead
This pain I can’t bear, this pain of the dead
The ink’s running dry so now I must go
But before I do I think you must know…
A coffin of white for innocence
Does anything in this world make sense?