Sweet Revenge

This is the first poem of the year^_^. Written on January 17th (My 17th birthday lol)

Between the bales of hay,
Her broken body lay.
Her soul sat in a silent wait,
To be alone would be her fate.
Her death was marked as murder,
…..but they said he would never hurt her.
Shame he set aside,
To say he felt, he would have lied.
She loved with a deep devotion,
To win her trust, his first notion.

Heart break he played so well,
With only her to tell.
To see behind the lie.
To stare down the truth.
And they pitied him,
When it was he who took her life.
They pitied his loss,
An actual gain.
And In return, he pitied their ignorance…

His nights were restless,
Haunted by her face.
Her presence.
Around every corner her saw her,
Every smile was hers.
Slowly,
Guilt ate at his mind.
Insanity nipped at his eyes.

Fear.
He wondered how she felt, the day he took her life.
Fear.
Gripping his mind like the life she had felt.

F
E
A
R

He was almost ashamed.

The night he took his life, they say…
He was screaming out her name.
Screaming he was sorry,
But she didn’t feel the same.
The gun against his temple,
She smiled and egged it on.
As the rain pounded,
And the thunder roared.
Out his brain, the blood did pour.
She laughed at the tears he unconsciously shed,
She felt some satisfaction now he was dead.
He did it for her, the townspeople say.
But they never knew they were part of his play.
Another tragedy.
Shakespeare’s disgrace.

Between the bales of hey,
Her broken body lay.
Her soul smiled in its final wait,
To be alone would be her fate…

But she took his life before she left,
Insanity’s plague she knew he had felt…

Reviews

[Blade & Blood (The ..]

HAHAHA "Insanity's plague"-- Excellent! That was a really cool poem. I think I'm more astonished with this poem than I would be if I wasn't listening to "The Bird and the Worm" by the Used. :P That song makes every horror/revenge/thriller story or poem better. But anyways, I absolutely love the storyline you have here. ^^ Revenge is an awesome theme. Always is. ;)

Ironically Yours, Blade and Blood

[Abigail Lee]

Heh, you know, I believe you're amazing.
You told a complete story in just a few lines and I could envision everything you meant.
You put a multitude of emotion into it, from what the man felt to what the woman and the townspeople felt and thought as well.
I also like how this was written, that layout that is; and I believe my favorite lines of this poem have to be...

"As the rain pounded,
And the thunder roared.
Out his brain, the blood did pour."

I don't really know why, but as you have spoken before, the last line made a sly smirk come to my lips.
Great job, as always.
Be well.