Each night I cry a thousand tears
and die a thousand times in dreams
because you are no longer here
and I am locked within these prison walls.
Saunders was to blame for this grim tragedy.
If he had not seduced you with his smile
and took you away from me
jealousy might not have eaten at the soul of me.
When I came home late on that fateful night
and saw you both together lying
so close to one another within our family bed.
Something snapped within me
and now no longer and neither of you are here
and I sit on death row
waiting my death to be
and each night I cry a thousand tears
and die a thousand times for the deed I done.
Boundless melancholy and pain... Traitors do not deserve so much the tear,10... Thank you David for your kind words... Sincerely, Tsira
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We are territorial beasts at our core, its true; and the bed is the central hearth of our fires..woe to anyone who defiles it. Great poem, for sure.