What I Would Do To Disappear – A Poem

I stare at her across the bar,

Sipping her out-of-place tea

She looks beautiful, as usual.

And now she’s looking at me.

What am I to her?

I have no clue.

A father, once.

But now a suit of blue.

She doesn’t smile.

Nor does she frown.

It’s a look of pain and anger,

That makes me want to drown.

She’s always been strong.

Not even as baby did she cry.

But now she’s looking at me,

And I fear she shall die.

By her own hand no less.

It’s a sad truth.

That has come to pass.

Under an old bar’s roof.  

I wonder how to stop her.

But a thought strikes no.

Why should I stop her?

Her own seeds shall she sow

And I know it’s wrong

And yes I’ll regret.

But murder ain’t murder

If you can forget.  

It’s moments like this.

Me and my beer.

When all I can think is,

What I would do to disappear.  

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