Walterrean Salley

(Savannah, Ga)

Marriage And Divorce


If marriage is a fortune,
Then divorce is a misfortune:
Failure at one of the greatest
Attempts in life.

Divorce is a miscarriage:
To abort the shared dreams,
Joys, and every fulfillment
That marriage brings.

It is a cruel rending of two
Intertwined, spirited hearts—
Leaving them to slowly
And painfully bleed to death.

Marriage fulfills, but divorce
Is an unfortunate waste.

Submitted: Friday, June 17, 2011
Edited: Sunday, June 19, 2011

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  • Mohammad Akmal Nazir (6/18/2011 12:01:00 AM)

    Nice sentiments. Great poem. I liked it.
    A fine 10.
    Thanks for sharing.....
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