By Justin Hunter Blake I
Falling, tumbling, head over heels,
Talking, yelling, numerous meals,
Hand in hand walks in the park.
Will she come home while it’s still dark?
On and off, off and on
Hold her tight, then she is gone,
Home, sweet home; house of pain,
Emotions flow forth like falling rain.
Hours become days, days become weeks,
A sinking ship filled with more than leaks.
Bleeding freely with no apparent cuts,
Words slice deep in a debate of “but…”s
Emotional rage flies to push and shove,
All for the illusion we once called love,
Ocean of Sharks, fate looking dim,
One thing left – sink or swim?
Lost in the darkness, floating alone,
Motionless void of cries and moans,
No use beating a long dead horse,
Drowning slowly in the Sea of Divorce.
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