Dean Mobley

Angela - Poem by Dean Mobley

I was there, but you were not.
I waited. Your message came,
Same old lame excuse; you had
Many undone chores tonight.
I searched for you until dawn,

Late at night, bumped into Guy,
Whom we both know. Remember?
He spoke these terrible words:
Truly irate, you'd run away;
I wondered: was it anger
With me (not for the first time)
That drove you into the dark
cruel and wild streets, alone?

I found Flora, a working girl,
A very close friend of yours.
She told this dreadful story:
Someone, enraged, struck you.
You had escaped and hidden;
Away from that painful life.

Where is she tonight? I ask.
Anxious voice, clearly pleading.
My request bluntly rebuffed
With these words, harshly spoken,
"Leave her alone, she's hates you."

I ran screaming into the night,
My miserable psyche shattered
Into a thousand pieces, and
Besieged by endless despair.
© Dean S Mobley 12/02/2017

Topic(s) of this poem: sorrow

Form: Prose Poem

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  • Chinedu Dike (5/16/2018 5:07:00 PM)

    Sad tale of love well articulated and nicely brought forth from the heart. Well thought out and insightfully penned with clarity of thought and mind. Thanks for sharing Dean. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 16, 2018

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