He had a love that was much too strong.
It ruled all that he said and did.
It was fine till everything went wrong.
He was so devastated that he flipped his lid.
He went berserk and planned her murder.
He wanted to finish her off for good.
He wrote it all down before he went further.
He knew it would come off like it should.
He knew her schedule right to the minute.
He would dispatch her that very night.
He knew that once he would begin it,
there would be no stopping, no fight.
He would wait for her to leave her house.
He would come up from behind.
For her neck, a piano wire would wrap about.
Then cinch it tight. It would leave a line.
She came out and he crept up.
He flipped the piano wire around her neck.
He pulled it tight with no luck.
She just vanished. Not even a speck.
He stood there dumbfounded. He couldn’t move.
Then, he began to shake.
Apparently, God did not approve.
It was more than he could take.
He had to get away before she came back.
What was she?? A demon or a witch?
She couldn’t be human; that was a fact.
His days were numbered. He began to twitch.
He lost control. He felt like crap.
He ended up in a Psychiatric ward.
Screaming about invisible people.
He had to get away from the screaming hoard.
He got enough tranquilizers to almost be lethal.
An ECT series helped to calm him down some.
A repeated series finally brought him back.
Finally, he was discharged. He began to run.
He had to make sure she couldn’t follow his track.
He is still running to this very day.
Have you heard of the running man?
He is a little paranoid, some people say.
Yet, he is doing the only thing he can.
————————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2019)