Serena was more beautiful
Than any woman I’d ever known,
But beneath her stunning beauty
She was extremely volatile,
And she wrecked my life.
She thought I’d cheated on her
With a next door neighbor,
A lady I had no attractions for
And only talked to one time.
Couldn’t talk Serena out of
Her unwarranted suspicion,
her insane green-eyed jealousy.
She burned down both our houses.
The neighbor died in the flames,
And I was permanently disabled.
Serena pleaded insanity and
Escaped a life sentence.
And it seems a sacrilege
How beautiful and volatile
Existed in her together.
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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