Color of grief

February 20, 2017
By Anonymous

The crimson stream of agony and pain      
The screams from her dreams could not stop fate
Her victim's death is turning love insane
Everyday remembering lover’s fate
Nothing she can do to ease the memory
Of the image of him at death lord’s gate
Burned into her mind and dreams of family
The thought of it made her go subtly untame
her raging  thoughts cried out for the lover
crime she committed; her biggest mistake. 

The author's comments:

I wrote this relatively young. About fifth grade to be exact. If you can't tell, it's about a woman who murdered her husband, and went insane from it.

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