Why Oh Why
he sits, with his head in his hands
remembering how love had been,
now, because of his stupidity
he was on his own again
remembering, how love had been,
behind the bars he now called home,
he was on his own again,
realising, he was a fool
behind the bars he now called home,
his mind, aflame with regret
realising he was a fool,
to have stabbed her to death.
his mind aflame, with regret
why... did he buy a knife that day...why
to have stabbed her to death
because she had found another beau
why... did he buy a knife that day...why
now, because of his stupidity
because she had found another beau
he sits, with his head in his hands
Penned October2 2016
Why oh why 1 Pantoum contest.... judged 10/25/2016 12:00:00 AM
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2016
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