Divorced Poem by Priti Pauline

In a world of matter & fact,
devoid of gentle tact,
with products, goods, services and trade
all that humility forbade.

These disposable lives, they came ‘n then fade,
disposable hearts - they've all paid:
now divvy up the assets as mounting debts rage.
Dispensable, expendable, full exchangeable,
even the pain contained in this fable.

This pain that has cut like a knife,
deep into my life.
Mentally unstable, an unfit mother, no longer a wife.

This aching sorrow, ‘twill be gone tomorrow,
still makes its presence known
from inside my breast bone.
It just moans and groans and moans still more,
wails and whines in the absence of sunshine.

This place is a hole
deep and dark,
penetrating through to my soul
secreting a black and sickly tar,
dirty but unseen,
sprawling, breathing, sucking,
a sneered, feared being.

This is a sobering place of equanimity,
within the spoils of femininity,
without dignity or respect for noble masculinity.

Simply oozing a dark, blackened pus,
a septic contaminant, wild with fuss
that burns & can't be touched.

Deadly is its nature
as it whispers in sweet allure,
calling from beyond the grave,
into the mysteries of a night cave.

Into the heart of soul,
where nothing is hidden
and all is seen,
clean and unclean
has and has-been
dream and illusion.

Yet, in the final conclusion,
There's no more confusion.
What seemed real, is not anymore,
and there is no score, not even a draw.

Nothing is as it was before,
simply the closing of a door.
In accord with a higher law
DIVORCED in a silent roar.

As I tremble from my core,
to regenerate and appreciate,
both destiny and fate,
I've been cocooned
within the silence of a soul mate.
Sow now!
Now, is the time to truly Create