She once asked me to kill her
Instead of saying sorry,
Who, in their right mind, would do that?
Leaving me alone in the dark forest
Of disillusionment and nightmares.
She wanted only to escape
From me, my concerns, my aspirations,
To pursue her own dream: fixing up the house.
That’s it, pure and simple.
A venture with no prospects.
A busy bee, working tirelessly
After her husband had neglected it.
Everyone else has to back it up.
She never considered the circumstances.
Defying my surroundings,
Disregarding logic,
Squandering opportunities
For someone like me,
Fighting to survive
Every single day
To thrive and not to yield
Unsatisfactory results constantly .
It takes a mother's instinct to feel it ,
It takes years to develop it .
Having two daughters won't help
If she still doesn't accept me
And my life along with it.
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Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
Where wild roses grow full of words...
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love this prose. dark night of the soul is exactly as the name portrays it.