Suicide Sonnet

The morning herald cried at early dawn.

It woke you though I thought you fast asleep,

And reached my ears as life from me moved on.

But not before I heard the heavy sweep,

Of your muffled feet on the sounding floors.

The fly’s odious buzz I would have picked,

Over that sweep that trailed right past the door.

Could you not sense that my life-thread was snipped?

Not hear the patter from the faucet’s eye,

As it dripp'd tears onto the ruddy bed

That I had colored with my precious dye

And there did lie without a blink or sigh

Great cost to learn the way you’d always be

So deaf to all my pleas so blind to me

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