PATHOS
PATHOS
by Conrad Hubbard

A Torn Skull

The red on a blank, unsent valentine
blurs and spreads across the floor,
and behind, the wall's like wine,
with a hole in the wooden door.
Beside the gun lies the assassin,
an attempt at easy let-down,
that instead put a lead mass in
the reader's troubled crown.
Each word of the note had sent
a thorn of pain, drawing tears,
and left a person bent
by rejection and fears.
Unfortunate it is indeed
that the bow of Cupid did not kill,
before he began to bleed
Love, instead showing that god's torture skill.
In desparation, to end the pain,
all of society's rules were ignored,
as troubles were allowed to drain
when into his skull a bullet bored.

January 21, 1985


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