Monday MourningA Poem by tbwdtwOh, my Love, I pray this isn't real. I cannot for a moment stand the way I feel. I warned you, "Don't believe me". How could you think me free? I'm not free from this emptiness. Now I'm dying of unfaithfulness.
Consumed by water, Trapped by ground, Under the stone is where I found You, you need not grieve, Just cease to breathe. Find your peace in nonexistance.
Lonely, your entire life, Now you're surrounded by ones you'll never know. You would have been my wife. Tonight, and for eternity, you sleep below.
© 2010 tbwdtwAuthor's Note
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