Diary Entry

27th of december of 1922,
 Today  27th of december 1922 10 years after the death of my wife. And I`m writing  in the cementery, I normally come twice a month and I  put flowers in her grave because I feel guilty and responsible for her death .
 That 27th of december of 1912 started like a normal day with mi wife in the bed, I was preparing her breakfast when she started calling me , I got into our the bedroom  and she told me  she was felling  very bad.So I took her to the  hospital .
I stayed there  one day an a half , when the doctor told me that she was dead .I went to my house, I opened the the wine and I started drinking  and wrote "The Voice".
 While I was writing the poem, Emma was calling me and calling me.And when I was finishing  the poem I realised that she wasn`t there.
The poem took me 5 years, 5 years of sheer pain and anguish.

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