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
“Copyright © 2004 by Robert Dominguez Jr. All Rights Reserved.”