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
© Susan Barton 2013
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