A rhyme born of the desperation and truth of a Bi-Polar/Alcoholic Nightmare... |
Trapped.... I want him gone! This putrid man; this spiteful pig who thinks he can step on my heart, ignore my soul; obliterate what once was whole. How dare he run back to the ways he promised on so many days to keep in mind, to understand; control his sickness - BE A MAN. He's never gonna make things right. He doesn't want to see the light of what he's done, the price it's cost; a maniac - alone and lost. Slapped constantly hard in the face - He's so disgusting! I'm disgraced by who he is, by how he acts - as he drifts further off the tracks. His children are now scarred for life. He's ruined them - and his poor wife who's lost her wits; nowhere to turn - a hurtful cad with no concern. I'm all alone and yet I'm not, because I'm trapped - a marriage knot around my neck, about my being; it's chocking me in all I'm seeing. Our love is gone, long lost and dead and now my life is full of dread for what's to come -- I heave a sigh... Our lives now crushed upon his lie. Divorced and HAPPY! As are my adult children - May 2015 |