My appolgizes for usung a little bit to many words in this week’s 100 WCGU. I end up with 130 words if I take away all uses of this week excellen phrase
… I don’t believe it…
But I couldn’t do any last week so maybe if I borrow a few 🙂
Anyway…

The accused by Odilon Redon
I don’t believe it
when you say you want to leave
I don’t believe it
that you for us no future see
I don’t believe it
when I see you pack your bags
and hear you book a flight to leave
I don’t believe it
when I see my empty rooms
I don’t believe it
the perfume smell you left with me
I don’t believe it
you left to live with someone else
my closest friend you also took
I don’t believe it
when the lawyer’s papers comes
I don’t believe it
the letter saying that I shouldn’t call
I don’t believe it
when you say that I will have to sell
to compensate for things I did
I don’t believe it
when detectives call on me
I don’t believe it
when I’m accused of ghastly things
I don’t believe it
that I will have to spend my life
in prison, for a crime I didn’t do
I do believe you set me up…
—
April 1, 2013
A painful situation that has made a good poem.
Thank you 🙂
This is brilliant writing!
Thank you 🙂
Oh dear! April Fool’s in jail! Good fun!
😉 indeed
whose counting? words capture the incredulity of how we hurt and betray one another in the name of love
Well some limitations exist 😉
I suppose containment is sometimes welcome!
😉
Great writing… and I loved the way it all unfolded in the end.
Thank you… I just could not avoid to repeat the great phrase.
Thank you 😉
ugh! how awful to add such injury to insult…your tone came through with the repetition and then the final twist…so it worked well. 🙂
🙂 yes sometimes it’s an ugly world