ChrisHeigan

THE JOKER'S REVENGE Christopher Keith Heigan PART ONE  Awakening   Thunder echoed throughout the graveyard and lightning flashed across the night sky. A lone figure silhouetted the horizon as the lightning flashed. A hearse was parked a short distance away, the driver and his companion patiently awaiting the grave to be dug. The gravedigger diligently toiled in the rain, digging the grave for, what was in his mind, a poor soul. He did not know and nor did he care to know who it was that he was digging the grave for. He was merely doing his job. There was no ceremony for this person and there would never be a ceremony, nor would the gr

It is said that time heals all wounds, but how will it take me to heal from the loss I feel constantly. I am torn with regret, ripped asunder by the roaring thunder of the silence in my soul. Empty is the space where my heart should be. Once someone had my heart and perhaps, for all I know, she has it still.   Through my words and stupid deeds I didn't merely hurt her, everything said and done cut her deep. She was always an angel and a friend to me. For granted I took her and the price I pay is so much more that I can endure. I called her darling, but she preferred her own name. She was my sunrise, sunset and moonlight. She was my North St

The days go by, hour by hour, the seconds ticking away, slowly but surely, like a leaky water tap.   Drip, drip, drip.   By day the sun is dim and by night the moon has no luster.   Starry, starry night.   I am lost in an ocean of confusing emotion, adrift. A single grain of sand, miles away from land, alone…   Your absence leaves me stranded on an uncharted island. Wandering… Aimlessly…   When you're here I can't get enough of you and when you're away I am left, wanting more of you.   Oh my queen, where are you? I wonder as I search for you in the blood red horizon at the end of the day.   Darkness falls.