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Ten Years
He was a cheerless soul
Always searching, never
Knowing
He lived his life from day
To day
To day
To day
To day
He worked a job
An easy job
Manufacturing
Children’s toys
The job pained
Him
The children he loved
Never loved
Him
His wife
Had left ten years
Ago
The names,
The places,
The people
Just floated
By, the man never noticed
Them
He hated his
Job
He hated
His life
But all would end soon
The children had gone,
The littlest stayed
Home
The middle
Off to college
The other became a
Teenage mother
The days were a
Blur
He and his
Daughter fought
Almost every day
The constant calls from
The daughter
With a daughter of
Her own
The son doing
Drugs in his
College dorm
The man’s life
Was useless
And his
Sweet Eleanor
She had gone ten years ago
The man came home
To find the children
As they wept
The man had paused
Unsure of what
To do
Eleanor was the woman;
She took care
Of the children
But the man had walked
Away
Didn’t know how to comfort them
At their
Tender ages
And so,
Marking the ten
Year anniversary,
Ten years since his wife
Had gone
The man had taken
The weapon
From the box
Hidden in the basement
He went to his
Bedroom
Turned off all of
The lights
He lay down on
The bed
Lifted the weapon
And
Gone.
The next morning
The daughter walked in
To find her father
Dead
This is an ode
To the man
Whose life ended
After thirty three years
Of the perfect
Life
And ten years
Exactly,
Of perfect misery
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