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JOURNAL #11

we're all still reeling from the absolute shock

its as if someone played a very cruel trick and

took away my happy little rock

all the innocence has been so completely shattered

everything was destroyed until nothing

could be saved

and as it turned out money was all that really

mattered

tell me how can one person so easily forget all

that another gave

and so generously so in fact

with any even remote form of guilt I do doubt if

she is seriously racked

this will be the painful end

to a pure hear that never really got to begin

a constant unremovable blemish

on a spirit that wished only for a life long

mate

no apology or spoken remorse on this can ever

erase such a twistedly cold tire iron of a

most unfortunate and foul fate

all that is well deserved

will one day to those be perfectly served

for one I truly do believe gets back much of

what one gives, even lies, hate distrust,

abuse and pain

on the dismal downside of even unconditional

love there can be no moderation or gain

I don't hate her God

really I don't

I just truly pity her soul

that is of course if she has one...............

(March 16, 1994 am)










Author's Notes/Comments: 

this I wrote about a woman in my home town who murdered her husband for his money.

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