Dark November

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This is a prelude to a poem I wrote entitled Kneel to your conscience.

Submitted: July 15, 2008

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I was left unemployed and penniless
As a result of vicious rumors
Circulating about the work place
Based on mere lies over drug abuse
They claim it was attendance
I know better, so do you
Now, a once promising and bright career
Has become an unforeseen dark spiral
The obstacle has been removed
Enjoy the promotion that should
Have been mine
How can you show no remorse?

November 12,

Three years of matrimonial bliss
Suddenly came crashing down around me
When approached by an enraged spouse
Casting accusations of infidelity
Try as I will,
The name was withheld as to where this knowledge
Was acquired, but I shall always know
The originator being you
My whole world shattered
As if numerous slithers of broken glass
Came toppling down upon me

Slicing and piercing every inch of
Of my heart and soul
And with the withering of every
Blissful memory, each cloud now
Has been cloaked in a morbid shade of black,
A warm bottle of whiskey had become my confidant
And temporary solace on lonely nights
While I fantasize over exacting
Some form of retribution down upon you
Well, enjoy my ex-wife since you thirsted after her
For so long, I wonder, how someone could
Have no conscience whatsoever?

November 23,

You had to be number one
In father’s eyes at all times
So, you had to tell him that his
Oldest daughter has a girlfriend
Not that there is anything
Wrong with that, just dad’s old school ways
Why did you have to betray my trust?
Will you stop at nothing to obtain what you want?

November 27,
Three different people
Tragically wounded by someone whom
Shows no mercy, as well as no regrets, true I am not
A vindictive person at heart, but is there no penance
For this shallow unfeeling individual?

(This piece of writing is an intro leading into the poem
Kneel to your conscience)


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