THE MELANCHOLY WIFE

by

Robert Dominguez

10-13-04

 

How many times did the sun have to set

She was locked in a contract that each of them met

Soon Mary had to realize that it wasn't her mistake

Her tears now flowed effortlessly enough to fill up a lake

 

Love and attraction each sentiment reciprocated

The air had a gentle breeze nothing too complicated

Yet at the beginning everything seemed splendid and pure

Now Mary was bewildered and at worst not even sure

 

The beatings commenced over slight gestures and looks

Hiding herself away mentally and emotionally through books

What once was a beautiful man morphed into a stranger

What kind of life was she to live especially one full of danger

 

What was to happen and where would she go

Lost to her temper her depression began to show

A prisoner in her home and a lost child on the streets

There was no place to turn except under her sheets

 

Time was fast behind her and the world seemed so bleak

Feelings of abandonment made her so weak

Life had played a cruel joke as she accepted it open to more

The remedy was at hand and the dark tide was upon the shore

 

She would wait for his departure for the plan had been laid

The knife was long and sharp with a handle that shined a morbid jade

The hour had crept upon her and the mood was just right

All things would come to pass for this surely was the night

 

Upon his arrival the stranger opened the door

Like a shot to the heart he fell to the floor

What has she done his legs felt heavy as lead

Before him laid his wife; a knife through her heart she was dead

 

 

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