Dead Sorry

He felt a presence, reeled around; his breathing was the only sound, but then the whispers stopped his heart. 'You know we shouldn't be apart.' He gulped - a hand upon his back! - and then his spinning world was black. He woke to sunshine in the room - no hint of last night's former gloom - and written on the floor in dust: 'You broke my heart and broke my trust.' He spoke aloud and hoped she'd hear: 'I'm sorry', Yes, he felt her near. He wished he hadn't killed her now but anger blinds him in a row. Her body buried in the yard, he dug it up, heart beating hard. Just bones remained. He said, 'Oh, Joyce -' and swallowed as he heard her voice. 'You're mine forever more,' she cried. The grave was open, gaping wide - and sobbing, praying, there he died... for Robert's Paranormal contest

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Indiana Shaw

Date: 3/9/2022 3:15:00 PM

Gripping, Jack, loved the title too, there's a undying moral in this grave somewhere . . . ; )

Ann Peck

Date: 3/4/2022 9:03:00 PM

That is one scary story! So, guys, don't kill your wives :)

Paul Callus

Date: 12/29/2021 11:16:00 AM

Excellent, Jack... both the title and content of the poem itself. Dark and eerie, right to the very end! ~ Regards // paul

Lindsay Laurie

Date: 12/21/2021 4:44:00 PM

Hello Jack ... really well written with nice flowing lines and good rhyme. Seems like his conscience stopped his heart beating - thank you Jack - Lindsay

Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 12/19/2021 3:15:00 AM

Now there's a scary midnight tale, for us to keep and tell, but you said it so well, it is a certain win I feel, revenge for you she did reveal. very well penned my friend - your poems are so versatile and you have the talent to make any write humorous. A Happy Christmas to you Jack, be well, love your writes. Blessings and hugs, Jennifer.