At twenty three (23) years of age, the love of my then (young) life chose suicide by bullet to the brain ... leaving the love of her young life (me), and our nine month old twins to ponder the meaning of the word, 'loneliness' ... five painful years later,
these words mingled with my tears on the paper in front of me ...
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LONELINESS

This loathsome beast upon me chews,
and mocks me as my thoughts I muse.
It brings back memories of the dead,
of scarlet blood, of tears I've shed.

It grins as sad I lay in bed,
for it well knows the sleep I dread.
A bloody room, the Love that's flown,
in Dreams each night to me are shown.

It shows me every Joy I knew,
and laughing tells me Love is through.
With glee the Beast claws at my mind,
and tears apart each hope I find.

This gruesome Beast my soul must meet,
each day I live, each day defeat.
My life has always been the same,
and none but I may hold the blame.

Until my bones are wrapped in shrouds,
my heart will ever reach for clouds;
and reaching sometimes know the pain,
that tortures those who Love in vain.

And so the Beast and I will fight,
throughout the day, and through the night.
Until at last, from up above,
is sent a True and lasting Love.

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December 29, 1961

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