I know how this part is going to end
It's not unfamiliar, I've seen it before
The promises of happy afters
They don't live here no more
Bitterness and anger they rake at her door
Tears of solitude stream down her face
The life that she dreamt of, gone, without a trace
His name too painful, will soon be replaced
With canine and swine and everything unkind
She'll swear he's a bastard like the rest of his ilk
A man unworthy of the air that he breathes
She'll go through the motions, grin and bear
The usual hellos and I'm doing great
Inside she cries at what may be her fate
How did this happen
The question is asked
While you were looking and playing the arse
What do I do now
The questions persist
Put your house in order and accept this is it
No till death do us part
No more sickness or health
The good times turn bad
The better now worse
What god put together, man will soon sunder
This chapter ends and a new one begins
A speed bump in life, no longer a wife
Be woman, be mother, be sister, be friend
The chapter may be over
But your book, not near its end
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I really love this. very expressive, beautifully captured.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I seem to do well at capturing pain - be it my own or someone elses.
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