Goodbye
My yellow feathered
Love
And our beautiful
Flawless
Girl.
As for the
Question
I can only
Say
That the
Court found a
Wolf
A dark
Bloodied
Wolf
Beneath my
Sheepish
Lapel
And all the
Bleach
And all the
Bloodied
Rags
Couldn't possibly
Hide
What I'd done.
So when you think
About which is worse
I think
You'll
See
That a father
In prison
For life
With
Bloodied
Hands
Is more heartbreaking
More terrifying
More painful
Than a father
Who died
Before his
Beautiful baby girl
Could see what a
Monster
He was.
Farewell
My two
Beautiful
Loves
I'll watch the flowers
In our daughter's head
Grow
Without the taint
Of a
Bloodied
Seed
So she can have a
Bitterly welcomed one
Instead
So the grasses of
Intelligence
Won't wither
Within her
And so the blooms
Of good music taste
And tolerance
Shall completely
Totally
Overcome the bitter
And turn that seed
Into love.
- Him
YOU ARE READING
I Told Him (Wattys 2014)
PoetryShe told him not to do it but he took his life anyway. Told in free-verse poetry with sparse limerick/rhyming qualities, you don't know their names, but you'll forever remember their story. #Wattys2014
