The One That's LeftA Poem by danwhen the wronged wife has had enough she snaps and takes the final measure of the manThe One That’s Left
It’s all been said and done, Now that the reactions are gone; All that is left are the pieces that fell; The barrel of a dark metal gun, And one of them left twisting, in a cell.
That one had summoned the nerve To draft a remarkable plan, Way before it all began; That was what he had deserved.
The law that had come to bear, The bailiffs that couldn’t care Saw all of the justice reclaimed, Saw all of her penance prepared; To show them the reason she maimed, The darkness behind her stare.
dan ©2014
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