The Other Woman

“The Other Woman”

 

Solemn looks amid the crowd

My sorrow begs to weep out loud

Conceal my love inside myself

A mere possession on a shelf

 

Closely guarded the ache I feel

Deeply conscious my heart won’t heal

Clandestine relations behind closed doors

have brought me to this pain I’m sure

 

It’s true you’re gone and I pretend

To be another mourning friend

With she, the core of this parade

I stand lost soul in her charade

 

The grieving widow so poised and pleased

Her need for pity at last appeased

Accepts condolence from foe and friend

I’ve performed my part well to the end

 

 

Reviews

[BrightEyes]

one could get caught up within the right and wrong of affairs here I suppose, yet it is the emotion that draws the reader in. one is forced to imagine themselves at the funeral of one they loved well, and be unable to express their true grief. they must twist it into something else, tainting it in the process, forestalling the healing with the concealment. as I read this piece, I found myself hoping that she had a trusted friend to turn to, one who would let her spill out her true grief without judgement.

[Wildecat]

There are definitely two sides to every story or relationship, lots of emotion in this superbly written poem.