Drifting
I drift ever closer
to Soledad,
In the winter of
my life,
For I have done
the unthinkable,
And slayed my
unfaithful wife...
An act committed
reflexively,
And one whose
consequences
I could not see
So, farewell
dear friends,
I am now insane,
I will relive
that horrorific act
Time and time again.
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2008
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