THE LONELY KNIFE
THE LONELY KNIFE
The lonely man grieving a lie,
a stranger to his life.
No one left to speak his name,
an undeserved strife.
His body tired, his mind replete,
remembering his wife.
Watching the news from dawn to dusk.
What keeps him from the knife?
A dutiful life without complaint,
content to love and live.
The lady was only interested
in what this man could give.
He loved her still despite each shot,
a rude, crude, one sided feud.
A patient placated pac mule
whose love was always skewed.
Manipulating affections,
habitation in his head.
Yet her diary sits unfiltered
on her side of the bed.
He wont invade her privacy
although she's long since gone.
For all of her indiscretions,
her last shot stays undrawn.
This cleuless, lonely, love lorn, man
his ignorance is bliss.
Tis character that just as much
saved him from the abyss.
Is it better that he should mourn
the lost love of his life,
or suffer the truth her betrayal?
Which ever stays the knife!
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