Stabbed in the Back (poem)

The Death of Man

This poem was inspired by the (above) picture from Mark Sheeky, which is called “The Death of Man”.

You can find out more about the artist and his work here:

https://www.facebook.com/msheeky/

http://www.marksheeky.com

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Friend’s don’t stab each other in the back

But lovers do, it seems

He thought, as he knelt dying

The weapon still embedded there

And she was nowhere to be seen

He grasped that one rose wasn’t enough

To make up for his indiscretions

His head went down, praying

To whatever God there might be

Pleading for forgiveness

For taking her heart and soul

And twisting it

Until only bitterness remained

But it was too late

His hands sunk into the ground

As he became a ghost

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