The following poem is about the tragedy I experienced when my grandfather reported his wife missing and within a week, confessed to her murder in a suicide note.
The impact it had on me and my family was horrific to say the least.
I can't let this memory hide in my psyche and gnaw at me anymore.
I'm releasing it in hopes that I can fully heal.
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pearl earring
the cold dark cellar remained silent
until that morning
a lone pearl earring touched with blood
asked the one question that was unasked
until that morning
within the last twelve hours of his life
a desperate plan
a written confession
a final act
all because of pride
the last ember of a setting sun
leaving many in a cold dark silence
with nothing left but hope
until that morning