less than perfect

my marriage isn't as i expected it to be and i had to write about my feelings. (this is only one of my many poems on this subject unfortunately).

marriage vows are meant to be kept for more than a week,

things matter to me like, when he used to listen to me speak.

desires once fulfilled are now a dream as he is rushed these days,

it's hard to be hot and ready for it when i think of his drunken ways.

the love i felt diminishes with each disappointed shake of his head,

when he treats me like a child are the times i mostly dread.

i miss his warm, loving arms and conversations with no frown,

he doesn't want me to be happy even when he knows i am down.

"pick yourself up and dust yourself off and start all over again",

is what my nanna would say to help me avoid any more pain.

nanna's not here so it's up to me to turn my thinking around,

my decision on my marriage is we've lost all common ground.

i'd love my fairytale to come true and we'd live happily ever after,

but as the last curtain falls, all i can hear is his laughter.

j.f.monkman, april 2007

Reviews

[James K. Blaylock]

Extremely sad piece, made more so by its honesty.

jkb

This is very good. I am sorry about your marriage. This must have been hard for you to write. Great poem!