Case Closed Poem by Susan Lacovara

Case Closed

Rating: 5.0


Yes, so true, been here before,
vandalized, her heart's locked door
Did she even know the damage he created...

Set fiery flame, to all she knew
watched exploding lies ensue
Left her feeling lost and quite deflated...

His well masked face, hidden from sight
escapes, the ninja, to the night
To slip away, in what he took for granted...

She's left to search, with fine tooth comb
Forensic fragments, hers alone
Of every seed of doubt, so deeply planted...

Then placed beneath a microscope,
examining the corpse of hope
A coroner, constructing cause of dying...

Beaten down, by wicked words
Strangled, with her thoughts, unheard
Robbed of breathe, cut deep, for merely trying...

Yellow tape, the scene is sealed...
Until the truth, defined, revealed
No witnesses, to cast their light on motive...

Buried, in love's unmarked grave
She fought so hard, could not be saved
Case in point, was fatally devoted...

No fingerprints were left behind,
A suspect, of the usual kind
Evades arrest, for crimes he perpetrated...

Her headstoned heart, etched with a name
Of one who loved, not who's to blame
For falling victim, love, so consecrated...

A thief of truth and time and trust
And wielding weapons, stained by lust
Caused her demise, she lies in still repose...

No flowers left to mark the place
Where once as lovers, best to erase...
And tag the lifeless union...stamped 'case closed'

And who shall mourn her tortured soul
That only dreamed, to have and hold
Her very own happily ever after...

While still at bay, I heard them say
He stripped his bloodstained clothes away
And chuckles to himself in selfish laughter...

If he could not controll her heart,
So devious, tore it apart
With no regret, so hardened, unaffected...

Wilting on a lover's cross,
She utlimately, paid the cost
In hindsight...now resurrected.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
(09/23/13)
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Anthony Burkett 03 February 2014

Very powerful lines indeed... loved the analogy to a crime played throughout the lines.. to the perpurtrator is but a game... especially loved the ending... ressurected...

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An open door of sadness swings on the hinges of esoteric expressions that resurrects realization and reality.

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