Torn Apart

A poem about a crazy man who killed his wife... yeah...

Torn Apart

Far in the depths of hell we come to fear
A sorrow tale stops our path to be mend
Expecting our listening ears to hear
The lovers that unwisely met their end.

Please, pay close attention for you must,
He's trapped to travel in time, always stuck
Reliving the pain in his aspect of love,
Of the one he lost, that had his heart struck.

Believed he was for her, his only love,
Sanctuary under weeping willows,
Naive, they were much like two pure white doves,
Unaware of the jealousy and sorrows that will come.

Wandering the humble home they hold,
He rustles through items that attracted dust,
Treasures and findings covered in mold,
He noticed some letters on top of the old bust.

A raging burn tore through his chest
He took his hatchet, gripped it tight in his hands,
Made sure it went through the heart past the breast,
And dug a grave on their land.

He lost her to God, took her from his arms,
Lost her life to him, who she thought did not harm,
A surprising end for us all indeed,
But when he heard of that other man he seethed.

He had tried to take her away from him,
He plead to god, that that man was real,
But what this poor soul failed to comprehend on whim,
That other man was him, feeding his insanity meals.

Regretful of his crimes, his heart split in two,
Condemned himself until the day his life was due,
Now hurry along before you get caught in the groves,
That man is no longer a man, but a tortured mind that roves.

Author's Note

WA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!!!! ...my poems aren't that dark at all really. The stories are the dark ones. lol Poems are so fun to make when you're bored or feeling inspirational. *w*

Reviews

[Von Alis]

This is great, I love the last stanza!

[twylight999777]

Awesome. It sounds like a story a walking skeleton would tell. :)

[RedInk524]

I like it, its twisted.