Unrest

by Michael Morbid   Aug 16, 2016


Footsteps where they should not be.
Is this, in fact, insanity?
Or might it be reality?

She to whom I gave my vow,
often spurned my bed with a scowl,
then to the taverns she would prowl.

I sought her out to make a stand,
but found her with another man.
I returned home with another plan.

When she returned for her purse,
I greeted her with knife and curse.
To her rest she rode a hearse.

Now through the window in the gloom,
I see a shadow from the tomb.
I fear it lusts for my doom.

I hear the creaking of the door,
then a shuffling 'cross the floor.
Soon, I think, I'll hear no more.

Footsteps where they should not be.
Is this, in fact, insanity?
I pray, it is not....

reality.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Dean Kuch

    It's never an easy thing to discover that your spouse is having an affair. In fact, it is one of the most helpless, despondent feelings I feel one can go through in life, shy of being told you have a terminal illness.

    Your poem captures the angst and bitterness of such a betrayal quite well.
    ~Dean Kuch

  • 7 years ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Nicely flowing, compelling read. Loved it. Milly x

  • 7 years ago

    by Golden AnGel Rhapsodist

    Hello,
    very thrilling I guess... It made my bone chill and gave some goosebumps....
    good job.
    keep on writing
    Gel

  • 7 years ago

    by Brenda

    Wow! What an engrossing write! Everything just flows beautifully. Nicely rhymed and the story line was really cool. Well done-looking forward to reading more of your work.

  • 7 years ago

    by Michael Morbid

    Thank you all kindly, I appreciate your replies and ratings. I'm rather new to this. The first three lines were floating around in my head for around twenty years, and recently I finally got around to (un)fleshing it out.

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