by P. M. Montgomery

Created on: May 29, 2010

Talking loud, making my head hurt.

Does that make the words any more truthful?

Your view of things so askew from mine.

Are we finally at the point of no return?

Apathy, anger, disbelief, and slight pain.

These are the emotions that flit over me.

Anger seems to be taking the fore front,

I feel the beginning of the slow burn.

Years spent with you gone in a moment.

Thrown away over your own pride.

Accused of things that are not defendable.

Useless to argue; unheard. That I did learn.

Not supportive, too controlling, just like your mother.

Words hurled like daggers, trying to hurt.

Some are laughable, some hit their mark,

You, you, you coming through like a chant.

Accused of being almighty and manipulative,

Accused of being hateful and full of spite.

If I am such a person as this,

Our marriage is doomed, it won’t last. It can’t.

How you stood me for so many years?

A terrible creature such as me?

The names you have called me must be fitting.

They cross your lips more and more now.

The things I accomplished belittled so, now.

The tears choked back fiercely.

I won’t give in to them, no way, no how.

So as this final curtain descends

I will come and take my final bow.

It was a good life, a good marriage, up until today,

When craziness entered our lives and took you away.

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