The Power of an Empty ReflectionA Poem by Tumara HallThe almost tragic circumstances of a widow's new love from the dead husband.
The mirror consumed the empty reflection
delicate in it's way the gas kept flowing through the Open staircase there was nothing I could say She had said she would not listen to anything I would say Invisible barriers were built to let her have her way I felt in the darkness for her hand and fell through The despair and panic nothing I could do I sought out her boss in the darkness "You have been robbed, she will die" He found the keys in his hands with no reasoning why "Drive there for vengeance on those who are vile Drive there for her my heart, soul and smile As bad as I wish She'd be with me as one She deserves a life of joy a life full of fun" He was nodding unaware of my presence and headed towards work with a mounting vengeance He ripped up the brake and slammed through the door gas pouring out her on the floor Picking her up He carried her out on the road His whole body shuddered as he saw it explode Everything was lost had burst into flame his business, his life, his mindblowing shame For he had fallen for her the widow in black he held her close so I couldn't take her back
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8 Reviews Added on December 9, 2013 Last Updated on December 9, 2013 AuthorTumara HallInvercargill, Southland, New ZealandAboutI am a long time writer living in the beautiful New Zealand. I write poetry mostly about people, write columns for a magazine about Postnatal Problems -- Check out the blog linked below. And I am in t.. more..Writing
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