Cycle of Life

Horrible lengths one goes to for 'love'

 

 

Cycle of Life

such a tragedy…
the blood on my hands tell
a story
was 'my' man such a prize
i never planned on taking your
life
now your children will always ask
"Why?"

as i'm here staring at your tombstone
a place where your restless
spirit occasionally calls home
i am here to accept my penance
not one night have I been able to
sleep
since that night my knife was driven
into your heart so deep
tattooed in my eyelids are the final
confused looks on your face

i have no one to tell my misdeed to
you are now just another case unsolved
yes, confessing my crime would bring
some closure
i deserve to rot in jail a year for every
day your motherless children grow
older
like the coward i am, i sneak to speak
my words of remorse to the buried box that
keeps your corpse

however my words will stay between us;
not meaning just you and me, as a life
forming inside my womb makes this between
us three
this is the last time i will slither here
trying to hide from your family still
shedding tears
as i rub my stomach, the events weighing
heavily on my mind will affect my unborn-
that should give your soul a perverse
comfort

Reviews

[Janyce Helen Van Es]

Gee, looks like the MC's guy got around, huh? Quite an eye opener; hope it's fiction.