Star InactiveStar InactiveStar InactiveStar InactiveStar Inactive

What it is not is abuse.

I know that for a fact.

He is just particular

About the way I rub his back 

He likes his life in order

And his shoes all in a line

I suppose I have gotten better

About always being on time.

No slips no mistakes

For the grace is just not allowed

For the day is fairly rough

If my will I do not bow.

But he has never called me stupid

He has told me so 

He just implies all of the reminders

So that I can know.

You see I have it good

Compared to other wives

As long as I forget my dreams

And settle for a puppet life.

Comments (2)

This comment was minimized by the moderator on the site

Frightening poem. Effective use of rhyming scheme hides the seriousness of the piece with playful rhythm. A pardoxical poem that is well written, well thought out, and just plain good. Keep it up.

This comment was minimized by the moderator on the site

Thanks again Alberto. I wasn't sure if the false light-heartedness to mask the seriousness of the pain came across. It still has more I feel..but my heart is not ready to write the story yet.

There are no comments posted here yet

Leave your comments

  1. Posting comment as a guest.
Attachments (0 / 3)
Share Your Location