Loved and Hated
Lonesome indeed am i in this cell
As I remembered how my life turned from heaven to hell
She was my wife;
Was she beautiful... was she adorable... so noble
But how quickly it all changed and fell.
Venice is where I met her,
The ring, the promise all i remember
She was my wife;
was she lovable... was she perfect.. in every prospect
But nor was i aware what she would deliver.
ED was my friend; that was in fact his pretence
Little did i know that he was a back stabber in my absence
She was my wife;
Was she graceful... was she attractive.. so festive
And not a sniff of betrayal did i sense.
AND
Half past eight the usual time i arrive
Merry was i like a bee returning to its hive
And there was my wife;
Was she frightened... was she troubled.. and she mumbled
Crying was she as the clock struck five.
Troubled... I looked... and there was he
My friend.. my foe.. and couldn't i believe what i see
She was my wife;
Was she at all? Was she the right call? Damn you all!
When every angel was fast asleep.. demons within controlled the scene.
Ed and my wife lay there passive
Murder is unpardonable... a crime so massive
Dead was my wife;
Was she disgraceful... was she vain.. so insane;
The result was so destructive.
Love is a great feeling - Only if you start not playing
Vain was she - Ed too as it was he
AND
He was my friend - later was my foe
Treason was better - The ending was so low
Death was inevitable - as they broke the sacred lore.
( this is my first poem so please comment about it... so that i can improve )
Thank you..
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