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[bodytext] => Woman scorned, in dead of night Contemplating wrong and right Wishing neither morning light nor the sun with glory shining Better she should hide away Shun the bitter truth of day Let the lies of darkness play in minds beset by loathsome pining Life has come and life is gone Nothing more to build upon Nothing left but devil dawn and endless hours of empty breath Reasons few and far between Their shadows cast upon the green Like ghosts of hope unclearly seen that haunt the outer rim of death Whispered sighs and silent fears A final, fatal, wave of tears A woeful flood of wasted years The river crests beyond the brink The inner voice of self esteem Is lost within a tide of screams To drown with pride and treasured dreams Her world awash in but a blink So she will seek the long eclipse With poison raised to bleeding lips She cries then sighs and calmly sips As peacefully the deed is done A bon voyage , a fond farewell She flees her paragon of hell And shatters life's abusive spell To claim the rest that's duly won Useless sun with glory shining minds beset by loathsome pining The river crests beyond the brink her world awash in but a blink Empty hours of endless breath haunt the outer rim of death And peacefully the deed is done She claims the rest she's duly won L. Carling c2009 [comments] => 5 [counter] => 297 [topic] => 31 [informant] => Rakerman1999 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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