At least, I survived the day; there was nothing to it
all hostility; nowhere a kind word, nothing happened
this day was empty – and empty it’ll stay – for all
eternity – please, just PLEASE explain to me – what
did I do wrong; why did I feel bad
Even BEFORE this day began? Does it mean – I’m
sure it does – that I was the cause of the miserable
course of this day? I must have been – I was scared,
unwilling to try again- to decipher a Mali document
reprint the reply forms
The Universe brought me as much sadness as I have
called through my sad, negative feelings – but still –
why did I argue about Your Imperial Thoughts and
Your Almighty Insight? I apologise most dejectedly
I’m sorry I was being me….
I’d forgotten to play the role of the Insightful Wife
saying ‘Yes dear, no dear, how much and how high;
where and when and why’ – though I was late for
work, you still expect me to clamour for a bonus
I clearly have no right to expect
You expect me to call you Lord and Master of the
Crocodile Castle - follow your rules to the letter,
but beware when I tell you the requirements of
my work situation – your desires come first – yet
I must still clamour for a bonus –
For what - being a dutiful wife? Bloody hell, they
should fire me for being a total disaster as a
person – I’m a black mark on the name of
humankind!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An honest, unpretentious attempt to make sense - with an ironical twist which is memorable and inspiring and shows you really do understand. Fascinating write. love, Allie xxxx