My Wife
She lies in bed, too
Sad to moan. A depth
Of pain I have not known.
Into her soul
I cannot see. Give her rest
Yet far from me. A life
Of plenty, ill disturbed.
Her torment real and
Undeserved. Toss me, dead,
To endless flame. But her preserve whole
And without blame. Bless with
Life, dreams full grown.
Tonight in bed,
Too sad to moan.
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Submission Name: My Wife
