The movie “Road To Perdition” is a fascinating, dark, and tragic story that is centered on a man whose business takes place at the end of a gun barrel. Set in the time period of the 1930′s, this story is the chronicle of Mike Sullivan (Tom Hanks) and his downward spiral into darkness as his life is ruined by cruelty and wrong choices. It’s a very interesting and sad movie, but I would recommend that it be watched with a clearplay as it is a Chicago/gangster movie with a fair amount of language. After watching the movie a couple of times (on a clearplay) this was my impression of the main character, and in a sense, it might be said for every character wrapped up in the shady dealings going on within this movie. Mike Sullivan is not the only character in the movie to take that road to perdition. This poem is for every man in the story who made the wrong choices but can’t turn back because he’s slid too far down into the darkness, and it was his own decisions that led him there…
ROAD TO PERDITION
A Poem by Lacey Deaver
All the wrong choices at all the wrong times.
A spiral downward into moral darkness.
A life stained with blood eclipsed in shadow.
That refused to let him repent of his crimes.
The soul seeks retribution, but when wielded by mortal man,
Death is a two-edged sword.
It cuts both victim and the guilty hand.
A heart once innocent is lost.
Where once a smile, warm and glad,
Never worried with a cost,
Now coldness makes cheap the price of sad.
The eye that hardens in the face of death
Is also the eye that secretly weeps.
The hands that hold the gun are shaking.
And in the dead of night, regret never sleeps.
Oh, broken man, what hindered you
From turning from this road?
You dared not look behind you,
Nor could you bear to harvest what you sowed.
Only vengeance did you think you craved.
Forgiveness died long ago.
You could have lived a different life
Than to law become a foe.
And yet there is he…he who looks up to you.
His young hands have not shed blood.
He would do anything for you.
But he cannot follow you down this road.
Free the boy, don’t let him stay
In this life that makes the soul decay.
For you won’t see Heaven, yet he may.
The final moment is drawing near.
Every second draws your life away.
No time for vindication now;
You shall not see another day.
If there is one request you must make,
One sight your heart would see,
Beg him not to follow your steps,
And from this road of perdition flee.