Midnight Suicide
THE MIDNIGHT SUICIDE
If only I'd the heart to be
the stronger of the two of we
perchance your love would still be here
and part of you and me
but merciless, love gives no clue
from whence it comes or goes into
the time of day it might appear
then leave, the same as you
I have no mind for fickle thought
nor pain that loving you has brought
when worth my time, I held life dear
but hated life when not;
tomorrow's not another day
and in this night I cannot stay
so I must needs to leave from here
by mine own hand and way.
© vee bdosa the doylestown poet aka ron wilson
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