Michael Kravel

I won. I beat them all.
Now no one can ever know.
Because the secret is silent, like me.
I used to write a lot.
That's waht they knew most.
My writings, my nobel character,
My cooking, my service to the church,
My star center position, my generosity
My charming appearance, my computer "genious"
My honour, all my "assets: and "accomplishments"
which were praised and awarded -
From one side.
All my admirers, I thought of
You last, before my body swung
From a tree. Did you find
My letters under the sunny light
of my night stand? I didn't
Want you to know anything more.
there's one for both of you
Mom and Dad. And give the other
To Susan, if she hasn't already
found another fellow.

Evangeline Kadera