Part II: The Sun Sets Forever

The clock strikes 2 am

As I wait for him

To blow down the doors

The phone rings

That is probably him

I answer it

It was not my husband

Rushing downtown

I run through the doors

Up to his room

Trying to catch my breath

The doctor sees me

He explains there was a brawl

Shots were fired and a bullet

Pierced his right lung

He did not make it

The doctor left me with him

I stared at the corpse before me

A black eye and bruises covered him

At first, I thought I should cry

But why should I

He deserved to die this way

I could not help but smile

I was finally free of this man

My only regret I have

Is that he didn’t die from my hands

This poem is about: 
Our world


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