Poem -

The High Cost of Infidelity

The High Cost of Infidelity

That last shot of brandy

pushed me over the edge

Into this fiery abyss
of unbridled debauchery

A prelude to an interlude
that finds me in a strange bed

with my partner in moral crime

now just
a spent lump under the sheets

The reality of my dilemma

starts to roll aroundĀ 
in my pounding head

How to account
for my fornication time
while I was violating
my sacred vows?

Weighing options

Crafting alibis

Plausibility of the lies

Impossible to sell

Truth is too hard

Consequences to pay

Darkness yields to light

I did succumb
to the temptations
of the night

No more rationalizations

Time to pay the price
for my pleasure vice

and chew
the bitter pill
of poison adultery

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Tony Taylor

Brilliant write Steve!!........this is a VERY compelling brother......not only does read beautifully......but it is the Universality of it ...........which brings it 's profundity to the forefront of the mind's eye...........wow!!..........lotta peeps can relate bro!.........awesome write...........your friend and admirer...........TĀ  xx

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