Divorce

Love once was the focus of our lives till marriage became contentious; two sharp knives piercing the heart of it, killing it. Teamed hardhearted misfits dualistic by nature, antipathetic where love’s the casualty and we, just another statistic.

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Ken Jordan

Date: 5/21/2015 9:22:00 AM

Hello my friend, congrats! for making the home page. Yes, I do like your poem, but, love never dies if it's love. My first love, didn't love me, (divorce) I learned that it wasn't love. It's been forty years now, with my eternal love. True love is forever! All the best Ken

Albert Ahearn
Date: 5/21/2015 12:54:00 PM

True, but one doesn't know that it's true-love until it's tested. If it fails the test, it's already too late. Thanks for commenting, Ken.

Skat A

Date: 5/18/2015 1:56:00 PM

ALBERT, Congratulations on having your poem featured this week. SKAT love

Albert Ahearn
Date: 5/18/2015 4:02:00 PM

Thanks Skat.

Jan Allison

Date: 4/26/2015 5:20:00 PM

aww such a sad write:-( Hugs jan xx

Albert Ahearn
Date: 4/26/2015 6:40:00 PM

Jan, Weep not for me. I was inspired reading the ridiculous U.S. statistics for divorce. Why in hell do the youth of today get married in the first place?