A/N: It's been a hot second.......my bad. I cannot take all the credit for posting this here. Though, this is my original work, ladyloki06115 beat me to posting this topicof poem. This was a school assignment and it is a sequel to the poem "My Last Duchess" by Robert Browning. P.S. Go read ladyloki's work, got dang it!!!
There are things he knows but says not
There are things he wishes all forgot
He swept my memory under the luxurious rug
Hid it behind a tapestry strategically hung
When he speaks of me
It is with jealousy
Even though I am the one dead and gone
He has the pleasure of not being alone
We did not want each other in the first place
From the start, our arranged love was a disgrace
My elder sister was chosen for him
But she died before their love could begin
I was next down in the line of our family
That is the origin of our miserable tragedy
I wanted out, so I shared some meaningful gazes
With handsome, rich men in the public places
They brought me gifts, understood my pain
All I had left was their love to gain
But lo and behold, he poked his nose
in my business and his envy arose
Our situation was not my fault
Yet onto my head, blame he brought
He felt he could show no mercy, for he valued his title
But he also felt my disappearance to be vital
So he played God and the Devil at the same time
He could be as crafty as he was sometimes kind
Thus, my blood was spilled and I knew no more
Except the dark passage behind Death's door
YOU ARE READING
I am Poetry
PoesíaJust some poems coming straight from the heart, sould and mind. Also know that names have been randomized for the safety of the mentioned person.
