There lived a man and a woman
Who once loved each other
To the fullest of their hearts,
Even more so than a brother.
They never look at each other anymore
As neither seem to give any cares
And each of them grew apart
While they both had multiple affairs.
One night after returning from his mistress,
The man discovered the same of his wife.
As righteous anger grew in him,
He slowly beat her out of life.
The man sat at the table,
Clutching a cup of fresh tea.
Smoothly did it go down,
Warmth passing through him like serenity.
Suddenly air grew too thin
And his hand reached his throat.
He clawed the table for a knife,
And in the floor he wrote.
"Dearest fortune,
I have much shame
As you find my body here
You shall all know my name."
Down his head went,
His body to the floor,
And as he looked to his wife
He saw her smile once more.
He at once realized,
His body in shock,
All the bitterness in joy
He thought ran out of stock.
In that moment he was reminded
That he was in love,
And because she had the courage
Of no longer being a dove.
As he turned on his back
And looked to the roof,
His muscles give in
And his mind went aloof.
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My Self-Righteous Suicide
PoetryAbandoned by my father, giving me abandonment issues. My family deserting me, giving me no need for social interaction. My sister dying at a young age, robbing me of a chance to be a big brother. My brother having Autism, making it more difficult on...
