Was She Bad? Poem by Michael Gale

Yes-was it all, so suddened mad? ...
was it all so suddened bad?

Was it all so, shallow this life? ...
Was she bad, this one-My wife?

Did she fling full force into my heart? ...
When she left me to depart?

That jagged edged knife, ripped me far...
As she left me, in my car.

Was it bad, her maddening pain? ...
Which-in the end, upon me landed like, as rain.

This pain so hard to fathom sad...
Was by all accounts-Her unpardoned-Bad!