A classic southern
Belle
Comes to terms with her love:
Dear Johann,
Everything we once knew is wrong,
For our love was not everlasting.
God, she begs,
Hand me my fate.
I cannot think upon this forever.
Johann
Killed my
Libido with German fists of rage.
May he feel your punishment,
Never to be relented upon.
Or should I have mercy?
Person after person...
Quite the Army of support
Responded to my plight
So what if he pleaded?
To hell with his words.
Under no one's plan shall I forgive.
Very well, God said.
Will you cast a stone when you,
Xenophobe and harlot,
Yet persist in sin, and your life's
Zenith doth stray equally?
About the Creator
Daniel J. Heck
Poet, journaler, short fiction composer, interactive story writer, board game designer. I believe in the power of multiple creative voices within one person, and of variety as the spice of life!
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