The Last GoodbyeA Poem by Paul Bell
He would beat her up for the final time It wouldn’t be hard to provoke him The usual wrong word did it most days
Why do you make me do this What is wrong with you Forgive me
She would enjoy this one The very last one
Bought you flowers You know I love you
Do you
What the hell does that mean What the hell
The drug would temporarily paralyse him Enough time for her needs He punched with his right fist She cut off his arm The odd kick with his right She cut off his leg He came round screaming
How you doing babe You in pain Don’t worry, it’ll pass
Ambulance, get me an ambulance
Say the word
Please, please
No, not that word The other word, I love you, that one
I love you, ambulance, please please
Babe, why did you make me do this, forgive me Just going to take the tourniquets off I’ll put them up here If you get them, be quick Remember to release them every fifteen minutes Oh, one more thing Love you babe. © 2017 Paul BellReviews
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6 Reviews Added on January 5, 2017 Last Updated on January 5, 2017 AuthorPaul BellAboutI like poetry and stories that tell me something. Sometimes the shortest poems hit the hardest. If I post something serious, don't worry, a funny poem will follow. Don't hesitate to tell me if my po.. more..Writing
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