The Murder of Him
an original poem by Jason White
Murder wasn't normally her thing
But for him, an exception was made.
Murder wasn't normally his thing
But for him, an exception was made.
Exceptions were made.
They had settled into their thoughts.
Exceptions had to be made
An acceptance of who they'd become.
Each of them held the other
A little deeper, a little longer
Than ever before.
For their lives would change
Once they walked through that door.
As she held the knife, he the gun
Their actions never to be undone
Acceptance is all they felt
A quiet calm
His fate he sealed
When he threw the first stone.
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Jason White
Jason White is a father, a grandfather, knowledge seeker and sharer. Jason is the owner of Growth Positive Consulting where he puts his fundraising and management skills to great use. He is a writer, a woodworker, and a philanthropist.
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