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The Untrue Wife.

The air was hot on that December day, all I knew slowly fading away. A tear did fall their down my face, left upon my tongue a bitter taste.

My head grew heavy, my sight drew dim, ever looming thoughts of her embracing him.

And all I knew was who I was not, a man she cared for once but somehow forgot.

The essence of the questions "why?" Fueled my extensive need to cry.

Whence alas the final tear drop fell, I heard it's ripple echoing in the well.

A well I made from sweat and tears on this hot day filled of December fears.

Where sorrow, rage and hate drew nigh, I made my decision to attempt to fly.

Standing on the unsafe side of the rails, I listen close for my ancestors hails.

But none came calling, it was clear I walked this alone, the thought of which chilled me to the bone.

As I let go of that anchor which held me to this land, I feel the bar slipping from my hand.

A forward motion with just one step, I remember there an instant sense of regret.

It's too late now though, my sadistic fate sealed, a bleeding scar on my heart now healed.

For when the sudden stop came fast, the pain she brought simply could not last.

Now I sit here in torment and self brought shame, many years passed and I don't know my name.

Yet I still recall the name of she who lead me to this, my beautiful goddess, my fair lady Miss.

Eyes of blue in a shroud of gold, now my sad story has been told.

And a day that took me from many others life, based on a selfish decision of an untrue wife.
©jarnmarr