Dear Wife.

This is a poem I wrote tonight in my Writing Workshop class at uni. Obviously, its called Dear Wife (I cant figure out how to get a blank line between the verses, dangit)

God is with me as i write this down

Whether he forgives me I do not know

Still the pen moves across the paper

To release, through words, my soul.

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While in the act I knew

That I would live to regret that day

Free will makes fools of us all

And even more, our fate.

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It isnt the scream that haunts me

Or the stains of gunshot residue

It’s not the pool of crimson blood

That deepened as it grew.

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It was the second after

When all was said and done

Realisation stole my mind away

But still, I gripped the gun.

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What I’d done was wrong and cruel

And my reasoning haunts me still.

I’d lost you in every other sense

‘If I cant have you, noone will’.