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after the affair

Darling. I wish you were dead

But you’re here in front of my eyes

Laughing and haggling for my life

 I now lay sprawled out for all to view

 

Lover, I wish you were dead

An entrance gained by your smile

Now I wish that I could explain

But I am immersed in your guilt

 

Woman, I wish you were dead

Surrendered  my dignity to touch your boot

Now they walk upon me

And I can’t seem to breathe

 

Man, I wish I were dead

You’re no victim just completing a circuit

A racket, a defense, a sham

Willingly cut lose and free from blame

Reviews

[SarahEmami]

Excellent poem, a little harsh, but perfect.

[timothygalexander]

It's about lashing out in anger and hurt then realizing that it was about self pity and being a victim.

[Sami Khalil]

A very interesting poem. Thank you for sharing...:)