The Letter That Held Certain Death

The Letter That Held Certain Death short poem

The knock on the dooor was all
To be heard in the silent house
The news had come
About her distant spouse
The was unexpected
At least by a week
If only it had been the plumber
About the blasted leak
The door opened, revealing a man
Why was he here?
This was so out of plan
He thrust the letter into her dumb-founded hands
She wanted to hide like an ostrich
Bury her head in the sand
Opening the envelope shaking in her grasp
She pulled out the letter
And what she saw made her gasp
There were no words to describe how she felt that day
What she found was beyond
The hope and ray

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I love reading, writing stories and poems. My favourite poets are the classics like William Blake and Samuel Taylor Coleridge. My goal in life is to be able to publish my poetry and stories but if you're going to dream big, you've got to aim higher
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