I'm going
To go
Now
I'll leave you to
Your early death
So
I can be
Here
For our daughter.
I named her after
My mother
You must
Know
Because she never
Ever
Left me
Like you've done to
Us.
Before I
Go
And leave you to fester
I must
Ask you this:
Were they right
When that
Murder
Was pinned upon
Your
Bloodied
Lapel?
- Her
YOU ARE READING
I Told Him (Wattys 2014)
PoetryShe told him not to do it but he took his life anyway. Told in free-verse poetry with sparse limerick/rhyming qualities, you don't know their names, but you'll forever remember their story. #Wattys2014
