Tenement Poem by Jayl Morris

Tenement



Walking 'round in a cold tenement.
Afflicted lovers bold torment.
To the attic rooftop went,
so to toss onto cement.
My tormentor lover sent,
down she went and went.

The many years my love went,
to tormented lovers' mental bent.
Sittin' in my tenement.
Thinking of the cold cement.
Lay my torment in a heap.
No more, 'Baby your a creep! '

Lying broken; mangled, bent,
from her journey to cement.
Bloody crumpled, tangled hair,
she looked her best splattered there.

Long and over I've had desire,
to throw my lover from high spire.
To know such joy to hear her shriek,
as she splattered upon the street.

Oh, what my lover's words had meant,
may have saved her from cement.

Wednesday, April 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love and loss
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'Can't we all just get along? ', Rodney King.
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