He fell in love with her face but not
with what ticked inside her head.
And he didn’t really care to bother
with what made her tick behind
that seductively beautiful face.
When darkness inside her head
began to slither out,
what was ticking inside it
became disturbingly transparent
to everyone but him.
He was too far addicted to
her abundant beauty
and her bedroom charms
to see the darkness rising
until she cheated on him,
used him, and lied to him.
And left him for a wealthier man
of more use to her after he
outlived his temporary usefulness.
Bob Boyd
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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