She drowned in remorse and tears.
What had she done
she drowned in remorse and tears.
His face as he looked, asking,
why was I not enough?
I loved, cherished, and looked after you?
My tears are real. Yours are anger tears.
I found you out. Well, no more the fool.
Drown on your tears, die as you sink,
Down, down to the depths of remorse.
To fear you have never even dreamt of.
She kicks, she fights,
the weight drags her. Gasping for breath.
No breath, no mercy, no escape.
Her mind claw at the water,
Its invisible tears,
finding nothing, gasping the ends near.
No saving grace, no second chances.
His eyes, cold, unblinking tears fall.
Watching as her struggle fades.
A last her scream lost in the deep.
Gone.she has gone.
Her sorrow took her last breath.
He looked on, a broken man,
Filled to his all with hatred for her.
He wasn’t enough.he new it.
The other man wasn’t good enough.
And she well it seems,
she wasn’t human enough.
To see a man before her eyes,
Crippled with anger and hurt.
Emotions behind a high wall.
She died not in a river or sea.
She died in the remorseful tears,
Tears flooded her veins.
Her heart, mind, and all.
He lived till the stroke of midnight,
When he took his own life.
On his tomb it said simply
He died In the name of love.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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I'm having a hard time dropping this thread. I know what I'll do, I will read your poems. Happy stuff, reading others.
We are friends !
I just looked and there are actually only 13 poems. That was really wierd because each time I opened Vocal, It showed that I had a million messages. I think it was a glitch. It could have been on a continuous loop or something. It just kept filling in the message box and when I'd open there would be another poem from you. I was thinking holy cow, this girl is very very prolific, when it comes to writing poetry. She writes 50 a day. I think it was just the same thing repeating over and over again. Anyway, it was very nice to meet you Marie. I won't forget you and I will read your stuff often and reply like crazy. I hope you do the same for me but if you read my stuff you better bring a hanky.
Vocal isn't as easy to use as Medium for me. I'm a member of both. I finally figured out that the avalanche started when I read some of your work and liked it, and clicked subscribe for free. I had no idea i woud get so many. Your work is beautiful and I look forward to reading so much more.. But, It was like a scene from I Love Lucy where the candy kept coming down the belt. You love the candy but you can also can only eat a mouthful of it at a time. LOL
Everything is okay. I figured it out Marie, all by myself. I like your writing and I hope you read mind too. Hope to see you again.
Everything is fine now Marie. Now I can just sit back and enjoy your work.
Love is a game of give and take, but this one shows a deeper meaning to the game of Love. Good job.
Fabulous 🥳👏🏻
I love your stories dear fellow poet, but , alas, the volume is too great. I'm receiving an avalanche of your work. Is there any way you or I could shut it off (I mean no offense, but did you ever see the star trek episode, "The trouble with Tribbles. lol)