He stands straight up, he silently cries,
From a pedestal of integrity he built upon lies.
His letter sat upon a nearby desk, masked by the darkness in the room.
The closed curtains left a mysterious gloom.
Just the way he liked it.
He had a second thought.
He had a second guess.
He could just forget his faults.
He could clean up his mess.
But in one swift motion, he acted on that notion
He kicked his chair away,
And thought back to what led his life astray.
He had a home, wife, kids and cars,
Some say he had it all.
But he lacked morals, and he was greedy
His doubts were proven in just one call.
It was cold and grim that night, after the children were asleep.
The house was silent until the “ring, ring, ring”, five minutes before eight
The man who was calling had a proposition,
And it could not be denied.
After a few minutes he glanced at his wife,
And he whispered and sighed,
“I’m in.”
Two months is all he was told it would take.
He would soon come to know of his mistake.
A harmless business man was his façade,
But there was more to be known about his trade.
He told his wife they were through; he was gone only a year.
She abruptly hung up the phone, and burst into tears.
She had not known the trouble he was in.
She had not known of his sin.
He did not want to go, but he knew he must.
So as time passed by,
He closed his eyes.
He did not want to see his demise.
His wife had told him, the day he had left,
To never lose sight of his goals.
But the manner of his deals and drug overdose,
Had made him lose control.
He came back to
Just before he was though
He closed his eyes tight, tighter and tighter.
His body went limp
His face drooped wearily
There were no tears in his eyes.
By Spencer (2012)
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