The secrets that you once concealed
Stuffed under lid so tightly sealed
Pried open by another
Tactfully hid from our grandmother
Where did you go when you departed?
Leaving your widow so broken-hearted
Restless was your soul presumed
Unexplained sounds came from your old room
Sightings of you at the edge of the bed
Overnight guests quickly fled
Were you meant to reflect on your transgressions?
Reveal to the universe your confessions?
Your troubled spirit stirred earthbound
For years until all turned around
As you fell silent when she died
Were you simply waiting for your bride?
Did she join you in the afterworld?
Were all your secrets there unfurled?
I pray to God that she may lie
Forever with unopened eye
Unless forgiveness there be known
Through penitence you have shown
In any case that she’ll be blessed
With well deserved eternal rest
For dVerse Prosery hosted by Melissa Lemay. Melissa prompts us to “[w]rite a piece of Prosery of up to or exactly 144 words” incorporating the lines: “I pray to God that she may lie Forever with unopened eye” from Edgar Alan Poe’s “Sleeper”.
More of a poem than prose, but this is what surfaced… 😏
JJJ Interactive Books 
It will all be paid for in the afterlife.
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One of those real tortured artists. His death is especially mysterious. Such agony portrayed here so well.
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Thank you! 😊
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Your troubled spirit stirred earthbound
For years until all turned around
As you fell silent when she died
Were you simply waiting for your bride?… perhaps that would be the cause of his haunting, nice thought if so. Impressive rhyming and good story
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Thank you!😊
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