Thursday, May 15, 2014

The Future of Isabel #POETRY #PAIN #SENSELESS #DianaMarySharpton

Velma (1)
Moral indignation is jealousy with a halo.” 

― H.G. Wells

The Future of Isabel

The Future of Isabel
I met her early one fall, I would say
She was tall, lovely, but slightly fray
She intrigued me from a distance, I admit
But everybody was smitten; a perturbing bit

Enchanting all my friends with starry eyes
Dammed if she would be my final demise!
I didn't care what the truth could or should be
Because I hated this BITCH, couldn't you see!

A tawdry wretched wench of ill repute!
Wallow’d in fantasy; affection’s ill suite
How could anyone love this poor thing?
Certainly not a good man; a princely being

Arduous humanity I saw; arose to a morning sun
And out of pity I handed her my loaded gun
I shook my head; who was she too fancy love!
An old whore not fresh like me; that was a rub

In utter dismay, the gun she rescinded
With a splendid smile; her soul defended
I can still hear her words; as they crawled up my spine
“The future of Isabel is not yours it’s always has been mine”.

Diana Mary Sharpton © 2014

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