Feel like a stranger at home
Alone though married
Guards up, sabers drawn
Ready to duel
Till first blood drawn
Long vanished is the hope
That marriage
Will be a sanctuary
That nourished the soul
Instead despair made a permanent home
Past expectations blind
To the beauty of what could be
Chasing the chimera
‘Who we married years ago’
Is fatal as death can be
Pulling in different directions
Evolving parallel lives
Alone in their misery, united in strife
It takes two to get married
And just one to see, how lonely it can be!
Great poem, dripping with a grudging loneliness that all marriage go through. Some much more so that others.
Anita, Only from a hurt heart can these words pour out from. Keep writting. In the middle of the greatist pain theres a sweetness (hope) live on Anita
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful piece, we set the stage, write the play, act it out but many times we forget to raise the curtain and our performance goes unseen.