I Was Wrong
Such was the tragedy of my life,
I never even truly loved my wife.
It feels like it need not be said
Her presence made me aggravated.
News of her death devastated me not,
Her death, life as well, was for naught.
So much time was wasted on her,
The last twenty years are a blur.
Nonetheless, I cried for a while.
After all, I had to hide my smile
Hide it from the prying eyes
Of her family and their cries..
I had to feign galloping weep;
But the truth seemed to seep.
The real shock was yet to come,
Although it may seem to some
That I was the culprit to blame,
I’d never’ve done that to my dame.
The autopsy discovered a murder,
I was restrained by a court order.
Soon after I broke out of jail,
To follow the killer’s hidden trail.
It led me to a strange looking house,
I’d solve the murder of my spouse.
I carefully stepped inside,
There was nowhere he could hide.
And I searched every corner,
The clues were getting warmer.
There was only one room more,
I opened the bathroom door.
I finally looked in the mirror,
The truth became so clearer;
And at that precise moment
Ended my lifelong torment.
I realized that I was wrong,
For I was the killer all along.