There's not a lot that makes me smile,
Not much that's actually worthwhile.
Still in my youth,
I tell ye the truth.
Your act so malicious,
Was the opposite of chivalrous.
As we said goodbye,
I need not have wondered why.
Yet, hours 'fore dawn,
The world swallowed me up with a yawn.
The tears fell like rain,
Unrecognisable was the pain.
The thought haunted me in my sleep,
So affected was I, I resorted to counting sheep.
As the hours flashed before my eyes,
I was left to wonder - was it all a lie?
If so, it was quite vile.
Almost four years prior was that dreadful day,
The memories stay quite far away.
To cry would be weak,
And the repercussions meek,
When the future seems bleak,
I take time week by week.
It still impacts my life,
And your loving wife.
I shall not let you dictate,
I won't take your bate.
My life goes on,
While yours is gone.
You pulled the rope,
But I haven't lost all hope.
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Poetry collection
PoetryA collection of what I have decided to call poems Possible triggers - read at your own discretion
