Divorced

This is one of those days,

When I want to write so badly

And yet I can't find my hands

I've got the pencil,

Broken Home


Here I stand,
just as before.

Gazing at her,
my anchor, my keel.
She gave me my life and held my hand tight.
Love,

Throw Away Bride

Endlessly rejected,
a woman is dejected
by a cold hearted, selfish husband
who projects on her his own

I'm waiting for you one last time

Not knowing if you will show

Or if I will ever again see your face

Either possibility

I stand.

I stand tall, erect as a building.

My shadow quivers, hunched as a beaten dog.

Conformity is your demand.

My