Was it murder or suicide March 25th 2009

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    Was it murder or suicide March 25th 2009

    Lying in bed I watch you eternally sleeping
    I’m across the room in the chair silently weeping.

    The curtains you picked remain drawn
    Keeping out growing embers of new day born.

    Reminisce of days gone by, the fun we shared
    Watching you from brunette to silver haired.

    Years together, suffered sorrow enjoyed glee
    All that time has gone so quickly for me.

    So many mornings watching you awaking
    Nights remembered of passionate lovemaking.

    Beauty forever captured in your final pose
    A life with me was the one you chose.

    The pain of life without you too much to bear
    Next part of the journey I want us to share.

    They will be here soon I did the right thing
    Picking up the telephone I gave them a ring.

    People won’t understand, but I care no more
    Looking down at the blood and knife on the floor.

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    Tempestlady commented on Was it murder or suicide March 25th 2009

    07-30-2009

    Very dark and deep. I hope guilt is not what you keep. Nice piece, loved the rhythm, loved the rhyme. The story is good. The piece is fine. You should write all of the time. Write on....

    justme8495 commented on Was it murder or suicide March 25th 2009

    06-18-2009

    WOW!! this is deep,, nice wrighting,, you use the rite words fr all of this peace.. I like how you made people think one thing and you has a whole other in mind,,

    lois2lane245 commented on Was it murder or suicide March 25th 2009

    04-28-2009

    omg I feel u

    lightcourier commented on Was it murder or suicide March 25th 2009

    04-11-2009

    Wow! This was great to read. The meter pulled me through the story. Trsgic story. Thanks.

    kaleo55 commented on Was it murder or suicide March 25th 2009

    03-28-2009

    artist again paints a picture for the beholder to read beyond...left with many questions unanswered is yet the artist's plea

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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