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They laid her in a tomb, only the bagpiper and I.
The Scotsman, with his pipes, played a dreary dirge,
I stood tall, no tears just intense anger.
A haggard breeze flowed around the verdant trees,
Ruffling the dreary flowers that adorned her tomb.
                        
A hit and run:  Dead on the spot.
A mad drug addicted driver who killed my lovely wife.
How can I forgive?  She was my love.
Thoughts ran amok in my head.
No tears, just revenge.

Seething with anger I bought a pistol.
I searched for him in his stuffy cabin.
Found him in stupor on his smelly single bed.
Took out my weapon, checked bullets.
The smell in that cabin made my stomach lurch.

Could I kill him in cold blood?

Vengeance is mine, said the Lord.
Angrily, I left and threw the gun in a deep lake.
I could only hold back my tears.


17 August 2021
Holding Back Tears
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh

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