Twenty-Three Plus Seven Poem by Priti Pauline

Twenty-Three years I gave to you - broken, blessed, bonded and true
Now banished and brushed aside
Completely taken for a ride
You bet, you'd better run and hide
From your dogged, envious, jealous pride
In an alcohol brain that's all but fried.
The countless times you lied, lied, lied!
With nowhere to go and no one to guide
Drunken blackouts, missing pieces all set to one side
Cruel remarks, evil and snide
No wonder the gap was so wide
Nothing to bridge nor to turn the tide
Depths of hatred I simply could not abide
Emmeshed in Your deep desire that I should die

& unborn babies, where I could only cry
I can't, I can't, I did sigh.
Bring life into this world and let it fly
Now chained and choked with no key to untie
Viciously spat on a smoking money pie
And I'm just left wondering why? Oh why?
Needless punishment, as innocents walks by.
You didn't even try
When all had gone awry
To make amends or even say Hi
Head stuck in a bottle, empty and dry
23 years, a bargain, good-buy, good-bye!
The wretched price to uncover a lie

Now turn the page. My, oh my
And I'll show you, if I may
A 30th Anniversary that would never see the light of day
As I bow my head and pray
God knows more than I could ever say
Heaven help you find your way
Whilst keeping fragility at bay
And I stay far, far, far away
I know one day you will pay
A price that's more than Trice, Trice, Trice
When you look inside such a scandalous vice
That squeezed and burnt anything that was ever nice
Of 23 years, gone on the roll of a dice
Russian roulette put on Ice......
But this marriage was No Sacrifice
No Scarifice,
No Sacrifice at all.


26TH SEPTEMBER 1981 - 2011