This is one of the dark poetry which I wrote as a writing exercise. Dark poetry is not my usual genre. I had fun writing it.
he barely goes to the well
he knows spring ainβt flowing
there were times
hard times, soul searching times
he sat by the well
sobbing
telling her about the hard yakka
he poured into the farm
yet yielded no return
except rats
he gave thanks to her
for the insurance money
which kept it going
and kept him sane
not by her own will though
then
he cursed her for
the nightmares
she inflicted upon him
βI love you sweetheart.
You had been good to me.
The farm is my everything.
I sacrificed you.
Now I am bearing the pain and loss.
Would you let go of my torment,
depart from me my darling wife?β
Flicker of Thoughts 
Bravo. Beautifully written, Cassa. Dark is a good subject matter. Can only imagine the tragedy of this farm and its characters!
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I enjoy writing this series. It’s good to do something out of the ordinary.
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Ah! A dark twist. She will not go so easily… π
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Yes, her spirit lingered to punish his evil doing.
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The silence of the lambsβ¦π
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It’s inspired by King’s story 1922.
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Damn, brilliantly dark Cassa
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Dark but probably true of so many relationships! π
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