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An Evening of Regret

There she lay While a crimson pool around her head Reaching into the cracks of the blacktop bed Still and inaudible While the her last breathe lingers in the mist Taken from her mortality A sad and horrifying reality He didn’t focus in the moment of rage? Now mapped out he’s turning another page If only he had faith in the Lord above The angels called on him but he gave them a shove Trembling and frighten with his actions A glitz in the brain with a minor distraction His jealousy took a hold Now minutes are ticking, and the damage is done And he finds himself on the run The police enter the scene With shock and remorse for Christine Just a week before she paid the police a visit Asking for help and a restraining order with it Miscommunications and untimeliness won Her husband killed her with a gun

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 9/26/2008 2:55:00 PM
Very deep poem Laura - Jealousy is a disease that eats away at the soul and often destroys lives - One thing I'm thankful for is the fact that when my wife and I quit drugs this awful disease went out the window with them and now our lives are free of it - Very deep and painful poem - God Bless
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Date: 9/26/2008 11:29:00 AM
Absolutely horrible to know this does happen, and too often. So disturbing Laura. Well written. Love, Shar
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Date: 9/25/2008 3:41:00 PM
hi Laura, sad to say that this type of thing happens everyday, I just don't think that the laws for women and children are secure enough, great but sad write, full of passsion, pain, and despair, and thank you for all of your wonderful comments, take care D-nyce
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Date: 9/25/2008 12:40:00 PM
Something we read in the paper every day! Tragic story that happens in every city. Good one, Laura! ~Carrie
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Date: 9/25/2008 11:08:00 AM
that always happens. the police wait until someone is killed then they come out. a great piece you wrote. thank you for reading my poem and for your comment
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