Lurking Beneath the Sweet Surface

I thought she was the sweetest woman
I’d ever met

She had an angelic face and always
said nice things

But after I’d been involved with her
for a while

Her demons emerged out of the
dark corners of her soul

and life with her became an
insufferable hell

until I escaped with my mind and
soul barely intact

from her unending inferno of
hurtful words and mean comments

Bob Boyd

BobBoyd

Author: BobBoyd

Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)

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