One Is All It Takes

March 17, 2008
By Daryl Mangosing, Barrigada, ZZ

Once upon a midnight's delight of wake
Did he contemplate on his only life
Was this not the same in the light of day
That could be apparent in hatred's plight
Insane mind did all he had to deal with
Would it be his dull blade or her sharp knife
Only time could tell as he starts to twitch
But yet her words made him believe such lies
The moon became the light to which he sees
And his room emits solemnity now
For a missed heartbeat causes night to bleed
While his only story is left to thou
The right thing done, tick-tock, is deathly sound
Now shall he forever lie on the ground

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