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Cursing The Night

Poetry By: Michael68
Poetry



Just Venting my pain


Submitted:Dec 12, 2011    Reads: 15    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


The night cloaks me
as I move through this world
never to truly know where my destination now is
with only the memories of once was
of love so true
that was betrayed
when my Lady went to the arms
of a man fifty years of age
within the state of Maine.
She gave her body to him,
without any thought
of the pain it brings to me.
Heartless and cruel
she no longer cared of love
letting herself become a plaything
to a man who she only know his name.
Now I am alone
not able to trust again
and cursing her within the night
with all the dark winged demons
to avenge me
and make it be
that she never finds love
and is used by all men
like the way she had used me.
The winter wind slaps my face
as a tear falls down my cheek
the last tear I shall ever shed for her
for she is nothing to me
but a hatred memory
that shall get what she deserves
a lifetime of anguish
from men who will use her
for she is nothing but a flirt...
using men for her own pleasure
and soon it will come back to her.





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