A Poet’s Qualm

A man, alone, sat in a room.
His thoughts and his vision were blurred.
For the action he longed for the most,
To you, would seem so absurd.

As he shook with discomfort,
And trembled with fright,
He thought of his whole life so far:

The man wondered, “what if?”
He wondered, “why not?”
He wondered, “will I be missed?”

The man tore at his heart,
And ripped at his chest
For losing the girl that he last had kissed.

Now as he remembered (so glad at the time)
His family said, “it must be fate”
The girl was an angel, if indeed they exist,
And she always knew just what to say.

When his heart would get heavy,
Or his memories would haunt him
The girl he last kissed would be there.

She’d give him a smile,
Then pull him in close,
And she’d never leave;
She sweared.

So, one day they married,
They became Man and Wife.
They did what newlyweds do.

A short time thereafter,
She gave birth to a child,
There were three now,
Instead of just two.

Again, they gave praise,
“For it must be fate!”
His family, and loved ones did shout.

How exciting a birth?
As they all left the mother,
She grew dizzy, and nearly passed out.

He remembers how his heart was torn.
He remembers the choice; hard to make.
But, while everyone left, and followed the child
He stayed, for his fading wife’s sake.

She started to writhe,
Then started to scream,
He panicked, and called for a doctor!

But none could be found,
They were making the bill,
And the nurses were all with the daughter.

What could he do?
What should he have done?
These answers he still doesn’t know.

He just sat there and held her,
And shook with great sorrow,
Till her skin grew as cold as snow.

Now alone in the room,
Along came the darkness.
And with it, a very grim thought:

“Without her I’m nothing.
I can’t do this alone.
My end must be fate;
So, so what?”

The man fashioned a noose,
And he hung it up high,
And just before he stepped down,

From far down the hall,
As if fate was its guide
Came rushing in a strange sound.

Just one step from death,
When he heard her sweet cry,
The darkness was all forced away.

Though it will be hard to tell her,
He knows he will have to,
“It was you Fayte, who saved me that day”