She wept
The sun shone very bright.
She knew she had overslept.
In quiet, she reminisced last night.
As always, in love making, he was adept.
With heavy eyes, she prepped his breakfast.
He got a phone call and leapt to his feet.
Her body involuntarily tensed.
She knew the day came with a different percept.
He came over and hit her, with his left.
It certainly wasn’t the first.
She fell, she wept.
She knew she was inept at matters of the heart.
But yet, all she did, he wrecked.
Always reminding her how she looked unkempt.
Years later, she sat by his bedside.
With concern etched on her pretty face.
Staring at the man she once loved.
The man whose strength she admired.
About to go through the painful hands of death.
With his body on the bed in a long stretch.
The same man who was about to be disconnected.
For being brain dead.
Her eyes rolled carelessly in its socket.
She recalled all the hidden secrets she kept.
How his harsh words plunged needles into her neck.
How he whispered softly in her ears.
In those cold nights, during sex.
She held his hand, the left.
The hand that caused so much pain.
The same one that left her with a strain
The same night she asked about Jane.
Her lips parted but nothing came out.
How did their love never workout
How their story couldn’t be a write-about.
She tried to hold it all in.
But, it poured all-out.
Tirelessly and shamelessly, she wept.
Very nice. Keep up the good work. I like the rhyming too.
ReplyDeleteThis is good. ��
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and nice play with words..
ReplyDeleteWow! Excellent job, you can be a very constructive story writer,when it comes like writing, for it to be acted, as a movie.
ReplyDeleteCheers!
Well done
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