Life's not worth living is what the note said
It was found on the floor, where he lay dead
Death not by disease, simple or grand
But death by the author's very own hand
More of a manuscript than a suicide note
Pages of heartache and anguish he wrote
Describing in detail why he took his own life
Being betrayed by the woman he loved, his wife
He loved her and was faithful, the poor shmuck
But all she wanted to do was f**k f**k f**k
Taking one lover, and then two
In bed she'd tell them, he hasn't got a clue
Then one day, the truth became known
A mutual friend, talking on the phone
Let slip of his wife's indiscretion
Upon hearing the news, he plunged into depression
Depression that grew, day by day
Until he decided there was only one way
getting out his pad and pen he began to write
all though the day and long into the night
And when at last, his note was done
He opened the safe and took out his gun
Putting the barrel in his mouth, did he have the balls?
He did, blowing his brains all over the kitchen walls
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very sad and touching write beautifully described! I can identify with powerful write for I went through similar situation but I made a wise choice and walked away and became a brokenhearted poet! This write is powerful and well crafted and I like it very much! The contrary to the story of Romeo and Juliet, this one is different! 10+++ Thank you for sharing and keep it up, dear Harry! God Bless You! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City!