Tuesday, November 21, 2006

This is a poem that I wrote awhile back...It has special meaning to me, so I hope you like it. It is written from Tanya's point of view.
My Precious Illusion.

It happened on a day in mid-November.
The day was cold and dire.
And it pains my heart to remember
The day I met my hearts desire.
That day was filled with wind and rain.
I was about to board the local train.
And I saw him standing there
It was more than my heart could bear.
To see him clearly lost in the throng
Of people that went on and on.
I went over to him, to offer some help.
But when I touched his arm,he gave a small yelp.
"Oh,Im so sorry." said he
"This crowd makes me rather jumpy."
"Not a problem." said I,then I gave a small sigh
As I saw my train go rushing by.
"Im so sorry, did I make you miss your train?
How rude of me Miss-Um,I dont know your name."
"Its Tanya" I said with a small smile.
"Well Tanya, Im Henry,why dont we sit here for awhile?"
So there we sat until the passing of the rain.
We had gotten well acquainted as we boarded the next train.
Much time has passed since that fateful day.
We dated for a time, and were deeply in love.
Our wedding was planned for 3 weeks into May.
Henry was truly Gods gift from above.
We were married 3 years,happy as could be.
But then fates head thought
To take my darling, my Henry from me.
And when it did I was truly distraught.
Henry was murdered in the dead of night.
Work had run late,I had just arrived home.
The look on his face was one of pure fright.
I thought I would faint,and stiffled a moan.
His blood was gushing like a crimsome river.
His insides sliced open,were scattered on the floor.
There-drenched in his blood-was that the remains of his dinner?
I started to cry,and fled to the door
My poor,weak stomach couldnt handle the gore.
I phoned the police and called 911.
I fervrently prayed that this nightmare was done.
Henry was declared DOA. (Dead On Arrival)
I sat down,head in my handsand started to pray.
Dear God,how could you take my precious love away?
My Henry's funeral was the next day.
It was to be done on a funeral pyre.
I stared,hypnotized,as the flames rose higher.
I saw his flesh simply mely away.
At last, its all over,or so I had thought
Until I got a call from the cops.
It seems that my love had done many wicked deeds.
He was an ambitous drug lord, motivated by greed.
He had mugged an old lady,and left her to her fate.
He had raped 6 children,all under age 8.
He was a gang leader and loved to kill.
With a deathtoll of 27,he killed for the thrill.
I stared at the cop dumbfounded,this couldnt be true.
But the cop had hard evidence,and as I saw the proof I knew...
The lesson of this poem,I hope you can tell
Is to know those close to you,and to know them well.
For eventhough I thought I had known my love
He was a rapist,a murderer,and a dealer of drugs.
Sometimes things are not always as they seem.
Read my poem,and you'll know what I mean.





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