Well Now Poem by Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

He left her and
She's come undone,
Clouds cover the moon,
Her days are long and there is no sun
in her skies'
Never laughing, she only cries.
Why did this happen to me,
She moans, all day and night.
Her heart is broken, in her there
Is no fight...
'Such a pity! '
Folks whisper as she walks by,
Was a bad thing he did to her, we can't deny.
'Such a pity! ' that she has
Come undone...
'Look, she has just raised a gun to her head! '
Ah! Such a sad thing, would have been better
If he was the one dead! '
Nobody wins using a gun the headlines read!