You existed; lived simply to love me
At least that’s the way I thought
Until the ghost of you no longer see
Made bereft and left me overwrought
I thought I was all that mattered
Was your centre; your whole life
Your own hopes and dreams shattered
When you became my wife
You did your job. You kept me happy
Catered and bowed to all my needs
But me like a greedy puppy. Yappy
Selfishly caused your soul to bleed
The more you seemed to do and give
The more I grappled to take
The fact you had lost the will to live
My selfish brain no dent did make
I thought you were just bluffing
You couldn’t be so depressed
So lazily I carried on; did nothing
Broke you down in final test
They said they found your little car
Your licence cards, and keys
Angry engine humming. Doors ajar
At the docks down by the quays
Of you they said they found no trace
The currents there were stronger
You would wash up in some other place
They would find you. Just takes longer
Months have gone by but still no you
Has washed up. The police have said
The protocol. What they now must do
Is officially declare you dead!
She couldn’t handle it any more
Suicide; she took her own life
Her husband killed her to the core
Destroyed this doormat wife
So now I wallow in my guilt
Too little too late; now realising
The man she nurtured. Fed, and built
She killed herself despising
She has gone…….
In a cottage garden in Bordeaux
A lady sits smiling; quietly contented
Tragic suicide. Drowning. NO! All faux
Make escape her living hell tormented
She’s glad she saved that money
Stayed strong when life hit the buffers
Gorge on new life sweet as honey
While her hoggish husband suffers
©pofacedpoetry (Billy Reynard-Bowness 2018 – All rights reserved)
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 8:16 AM UTC
You existed; lived simply to love me
At least that’s the way I thought
Until the ghost of you no longer see
Made bereft and left me overwrought
I thought I was all that mattered
Was your centre; your whole life
Your own hopes and dreams shattered
When you became my wife
You did your job. You kept me happy
Catered and bowed to all my needs
But me like a greedy puppy. Yappy
Selfishly caused your soul to bleed
The more you seemed to do and give
The more I grappled to take
The fact you had lost the will to live
My selfish brain no dent did make
I thought you were just bluffing
You couldn’t be so depressed
So lazily I carried on; did nothing
Broke you down in final test
They said they found your little car
Your licence cards, and keys
Angry engine humming. Doors ajar
At the docks down by the quays
Of you they said they found no trace
The currents there were stronger
You would wash up in some other place
They would find you. Just takes longer
Months have gone by but still no you
Has washed up. The police have said
The protocol. What they now must do
Is officially declare you dead!
She couldn’t handle it any more
Suicide; she took her own life
Her husband killed her to the core
Destroyed this doormat wife
So now I wallow in my guilt
Too little too late; now realising
The man she nurtured. Fed, and built
She killed herself despising
She has gone…….
In a cottage garden in Bordeaux
A lady sits smiling; quietly contented
Tragic suicide. Drowning. NO! All faux
Make escape her living hell tormented
She’s glad she saved that money
Stayed strong when life hit the buffers
Gorge on new life sweet as honey
While her hoggish husband suffers
©pofacedpoetry (Billy Reynard-Bowness 2018 – All rights reserved)
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