It all started with just one word
One simple tone that they both heard
She stormed, heading for the door
Leaving him pleading right on the floor

He begins to cry, tears fall like rain
There's just no way he can cope with this pain
Climbing back up from beneath the hole
The sorrow of her has taken it's toll

Seeing no end he grabs the beer
Enough of those will end his fear
Not strong enough, now comes the rum
Can't understand where this pain comes from.

Another glass down, a pounding attack
The burn is real, there's no going back
Not able to stop he grabs for more
His eyes still swell as he stares at the door

She see's the light, turns back right
Not wanting to end it on this dumb fight
The door flies open, not a sound is heard
It all ended from just one word

very nice depiction of the power of the simplest word or phrase...

catching that, Your my end, to this is the end, words you do send.

Nice write man,,and welcome to Da' place...be reading you...

Nice....

Tammy

Even at the ripe old age of 21 I've experienced what I've wrote in my poem, though my ending wasn't quite as permanent as in the poem.

For those who want my take on the meaning:

The couple have a fight, the man says something in a fit of anger that makes the woman leave. He becomes severely depressed in a matter of moments and after awhile, he begins to drink and drink to kill the pain. He ends up drinking so much he drinks himself to death just before she walks back in to mend the relationship.

The power of life and death is in the power of toungue...Lovely write