my mind churned like ocean waves
voices vibrated a whispering chord
transmitting thoughts of illusory graves
the wind blew like a lion that roared
the window rattled: I grew uneasy
in the tree outside, a shadow soared
it looked like my murdered wife, Gigi
but I had dumped her body in a shoal
I began to sweat my head felt queasy
her shadow was haunting my very soul
the window crashed open with a fury
papers flew in the air and I lost control
a note in blood on the wall read, “JURY”
I reached for the gun from my drawer
Fired at the shadow; everything became blurry
I fell to the floor. Its all over, I’m done for
Put the gun to my temple and evened the score
Kintsugi Poets Society 
The shadow of his guilty conscience…which finally killed him. At least he felt guilty. Haunting and vivid imagery… great poem, Richard.
A dark, evocative poem.
appreciate, Irina…I love the challenge and inspiration this has created in me….and also the camaraderie of a special “band of poets”…makes me feel the excitement of a possible past life in Paris