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The Story of a Rotting Man

Updated on November 16, 2011

The Story of a Rotting Man


Insects burrow my blackened flesh

As well as my decaying cloth, now turned to mesh

The burrowing symbolic of my once hated life

Which I lost at the point of a jealous knife


Now I lay without a sound

In a pile of leaves on the forest ground

Calming now with no stressors of life

All because of the jealous knife


A favor I thought he had done

My life was a burden for one

The painful adultery of my wife

This was rectified by the blade of a jealous knife


She said she loved me, though I couldn’t tell

Not until his attempt to send me to hell

I thought she was the love of my life

Till she dared him with the jealous knife


The one thing he didn’t contemplate

She didn’t need him after my death date

So he thought he had won my wife

But, he too met the end of a knife


So, deep in the woods with the buzzing bees

Lies me and him under the trees

And my newly wealthy ex-wife

Sits a home with her closes friend, the knife


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    • Frank Atanacio profile image

      Frank Atanacio 5 years ago from Shelton

      a captivating read words intent on manipulating our minds I loved it