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Unhappily Ever After

A story poem

By Jason Ray Morton Published 8 months ago 2 min read
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Under the pale moonlight, thy skin glistened

The sweetest of tastes rolled enjoyably from your flesh, sweet one

Between soft kisses, the music of your heart, I willingly listened

Not knowing of what we had done and what we'd later become

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As I grieved for the loss of all that I held dear

You appeared in my path like an angel sent on gossamer wings

In my broken, darkened heart, I did feel a strange amount of fear

Never before knowing the sounds of pain and suffering as it sings

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To start anew, an unthinkable task

One's heart belongs to another in time

Pains of this type anchor one into the distant past

Still hunting for revenge for that unbelievable crime

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Not to take no for what you would get

Your instance abounded with more strength than one could muster

Would what you started have an unfortunate sunset

Even our time together would inevitably lose its luster

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The truth crawls from the depths no matter how much we bury it

It's a sin nearly as ancient as time and space

Lest ye believe that someday one might forget

See it is still her I see when I look at your face

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Wrought with poisonous intentions, you were from the start

Secrets and lies carry on souls of their own

Warned you, I did that I carried Hell's heart

But your truth was enough to chill me to the bone

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Did you think I would let her go without finding out what went on

Even after a thousand lives, I would still only see one face in my paradise

But to think that it was the one whose shoulder I did cry upon

It was your brazen spirit that made my heart break twice

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Why come to me after taking all that I cared about in this life

To love me in the night and lie to me in the day

Forever knowing it was you I hunted, the one who killed my wife

Forever knowing you were the one I wanted to make pay

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After two years, I found out what was true

After two years, you were the thing that kept me up at night

After two years, I knew what I had to do

For when you ended her, I knew enough to get it right

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About the Creator

Jason Ray Morton

Writing has become more important as I live with cancer. It's a therapy, it's an escape, and it's a way to do something lasting that hopefully leaves an impression.

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  • Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock8 months ago

    I take it this is not autobiographical. Chilling. Cold.

  • Luna8 months ago

    One must have an enterprising spirit. No matter what one's background is, one should do one's best and study hard

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