In a town with no name
I walk at night
the streets are mine
nobody in sight
as moonbeams glisten
off the windows of my home
I think about the sadness
of being all alone
No family to speak of
No love in my life
not since the night
when I killed my wife
she was a spunky little girl
red hair and brown eyes
her presence was arousing
a devil in disguise
We were living down in Dallas
and heat was in the air
she'd be gone sometimes all night long
and I sensed an affair
One night, when I arrived
I opened up the door
and there was my asshole brother
in bed with the dirty whore
Well my brother ran out the window
before I could apprehend
and my wife just had that look in her eye
she knew that she wouldnt win
At this point I thought I'd better leave
and give my nerves a chill
so I walked through the yard to my car
and drove back down the hill
then when I got back into town
I called my answering machine
there was the sound of her voice
apologizing for what I'd seen
so I dialed up her numbers
and she said "hello"
I said "how ya feelin"
she said "pretty low"
she said that she was sorry
for all that she had done
then there was a long silence
then the sound of a shooting gun
The guilt drove her to suicide
taking her own life
and that, my friends was the story
of how I killed my wife
Lifetime
This is the work of a true poet. You interpreted the word "Lifetime" in your own way and wrote a poem about it. I really like this. It flows well and sounds magnificent.
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