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Submitted by SLoEDdie on 9 September 2007 - 1:36am.
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i just wanted to be her sympathy!
her apathy!
her sanity!
yet
now i am what she’s grown to be
her tormented soul
her insanity
how is this so
how can this be
i say to her, “your heart’s gone cold”
for me, she hates my incompetency
we fight, no one folds
we threaten, no one flees
we’re bound by love, holy matrimony
we can’t live without the other you see
it seems to me we’re casualties of a war well- known
a war full of rage, shame, shadows and lies
fun, lust, victories and highs
ties of love too strong to judge
we’re casualties of the war called LOVE!
(2 votes)
Hey man, there is such a thing as divorce.
Or if you are a Catholic, get over it.
Then again, I hear your anguish and suspect you wouldn’t have written this if there was not even an iota of hope. Love dies hard and despite what I wrote that sounded harsh and cynical, I hope and pray you can work it out.
This site is hard for me, I am an empath and feel what others feel. If there was love once, perhaps you can find it again.
cheers,
Jess
true
but hearts are very adhesive and dont let go, especially mine. Lonliness is also a very stong influencer and maybe “enemy” of the heart. this didnt happen to me but i see it all the time. love is crazy though huh, good points Jess, thanks. I always look foward to see what you think about my writing, thanks for the honesty.
ed
Loneliness is definitely an enemy of the heart
Solitude is a very different thing and can be valuable. I often when commenting on people’s poems make the mistake of reading them as first hand personal experience, not a reference to other people’s or even pure fiction. Forgive me, I do my best, and when I am harsh it is only because I passionately feel about quality poetry.
cheers,
Jess
no problem jess
in fact i actually injoy the messages, its nice to know that someone cares, you know. it is because your harsh that i know you care.
I write about others sometimes to because I don’t really have the experiences myself.
I am
totally for this one, Eddie. Reminds me alot of the decline seen in the marriage in Pink Floyd, the Wall. I’ve lived this, being married nearly eight years. The poem is ghastily real, perhaps more than the unmarried can ever know.
Mark W.