It Ain't Over Till It's Over

by Lionel C. Whitehead

The dawn broke the silence of the meadow, as
The birds chirping gaily from tree to tree everything about
Him seem happy and free.
As the man laid there lazily after he had waken
From his vicarious slumber.
Lying next to him was this telephone number
Written in big letters and numbers given him
No excuse to not return the call.
Pride he said out loud always come before a fall.

Balling up the paper he threw it against the wall.
Not quite awake yet he rubbed his eyes.
It had been a thick sleep,
An unconscious battle that maimed his mind;
It was a slumber without rest.
For his ex-wife have been there at least three times
Sleeping she knew she would catch him at his best.

The sleep was thick in his eyes
And he felt significantly more fatigued upon
Awakening then when he had despondently
Closed them for nightmares haunted him
even in the day time of all that he had left behind
and that ex wife of his was the last thing he wanted
on his mind.

And yet peace was felt with the numbing wind
of the cool spring morning that sent shivers up his spine –
the divorce from her was only one of the reason he was alive and
There was nothing quite as sublime as life and an ex- wife.
He had left her running for his life.
She wouldn’t think of killing him twice.
He knew he had to reach her to find out what it was
That she wanted.

The weariness within him was held with calm indifference,
He was used to being weary, used to being numb, used to being worthless – 
and yet in his hopelessness he had found hope. 
Nature had given him his muse and told him to dance and deal with the blues.
When he married her he played the game of Russian roulette for
She was the most dangerous woman he’d ever met.

The vision of their last meeting hung precariously in his mind, 
the wind tore at him still, and the rain pelted his uncovered face 
as he walked out into the rain, 
stopped and stood aimlessly waiting for her to come. 
He would no longer wait for her to come to him, 
so he had called her and asked her to meet with him. 
As he rose to his feet as a man who had a purpose, 
as a man who had decided to chance his fate he saw her 
and her body guards coming through the gate..
Lord he said as he looked up into the heavens 
don’t let this meeting be no mistake.

It Ain't Over Till It's Over by Lionel C. Whitehead

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