Swan Song

Swan song!

©-MFB III


 

It sat for months

on the site,

never opened.
No one stopped by

to read the words,
No one took the time

to read just another
one of those poems,

on that same old topic,
with hundreds of them

out there posted,
and depressing as

hell to so many.


But it was a lovely

bit of work,

to be left bereft,
perfect rhythms and flow,

and a gripping style.
It spoke of great

agonizing pain

gnawing at her soul,
and shredding all of the

dreams once whole
into bits and pieces of

a puzzle left undone.
It spoke of love's

abandoned like old shoes,
shed by a wanderer on

the paths to loneliness,
It was capable of

making the reader shed,
copious amounts of tears,

because it touched on
all of the sorrows we

each face at one point,
or another in the cruel

grinding out of daily life.


It ended rather abrubtly,

and that is what caught
the eye of someone

who actually chose,
after a years posting to

read this work of heart.


It ended with an address,

and a phone number,
and a plea to

notify her family

when it was read.


The address was in a

remote location far from
the bustle of civilzation,

in the deep woods.


The reader had a bad feeling

about this poem and so
she notified the local authorities

about its message.


When they busted down

the cabin door, and entered
the cobwebbed room,

they found a young girls bones
slumped, and tumbled over a chair,

with two razor blades,
below nearby, and a huge stain

of brown around her corpse.


The history index

on her computer

showed that she had
visited her last poem for

over four weeks before
the Authorities surmised

that she killed herself,

long after hoping for some
message to convince her otherwise.
But the poem was never commented on,

and so she chose her final sentence

and left her exclamation
marks on the rug below.

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Randy Behavior 7 years ago from Near the Ocean

And I thought I got sad when comments are sparse!


poetlorraine 6 years ago

a bit drastic, poor poet.


poetlorraine 6 years ago

oh no is this true

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