Loneliness, thy name is Fate,
Fate just sounds less lonely.
How could Fate decide
That it would be Lennie and not Curley?
Ignorance, thy name is Bliss,
Bliss only to the ignorant.
To not know your strength is one thing,
It is another to be belligerent.
Curley knew that he was wrong
Therefore, he was hated.
Lennie knew no better than to pet,
Still he was berated.
I knew the true nature of this man,
Who some would call a brute.
Or murderer or ruthless killer,
Names I quickly refute.
He was insulted and confused,
Scorned by society.
Why would the world reject a man,
Who was living in propriety?
My friend, I called him.
So much, we had weathered.
We traveled alone,
Friendship, thy name is Labor,
A labor many undertake.
But it can all unravel,
With one untimely mistake.
Loneliness, thy name is mine,
Fate, my tragic labor.
Ignorance, your name was his.
Friendship, forced my behavior.
I know it was my choice to do it,
I chose to take his life.
I chose to be alone.
© Copyright 2016 Atton Brown. All rights reserved.
Book / Horror
Short Story / Young Adult
Poem / True Confessions
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