We all get upset about things…this shows the darkest inner spirit that most of us hide from time to time.

As I walked through the park

My world grew dark

For he told me a lie

Now he’s going to die

My face was grim

Yet the tears still flowed

Though the park lights were dim

My face still glowed

Then he saw the knife

The glow turned to glum

In seconds my job was done

Now I’m no longer his wife

Back through the park I walk

Dripping without a care

For the most anyone could do

Was stand there and stare

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  • momma7 on Jul 28, 2010

    well said

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