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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required An Anatomy of a Dying Marriage Allies you thought you had for sure Often turn out to be not And will get you best and worst When you are lost You wonder how you couldn’t see That they were no true allies of me Men trade promises of long term dreams To get what they want in the moment it seems Although these moments can last for years While the promises, deftly put to one side, dry and crack Rivers of tears accompany dying dreams And for them, along with your marriage, you must grieve At these times worst is the fear That in the coming years, there will be no new dreams But exhausted you will reluctantly ask, is this all bad? Remember dying dreams end in too many tears Do you want that in your coming years? Or something which will contain less fears? Conversation becomes something the two of you Can no longer achieve It’s not that you’ve already said it all It’s just what you’ve said before, for however long it seems No longer works The house dies, the flora on the curtains The sterile tiles, there is too much air filling these rooms It feels thick, and stifling Everything is so still Can the dead ever come back to life? The house is just a place to store your things You can feel homeless even when you have keys to a door And a job to pay for it all Yet there you are chained to this place that feels like a morgue You wonder where you can possibly go To fill a few hours, to avoid going home Ultimately ending up somewhere (anywhere) Alone Maybe in these times you will find A hidden ally, a friend indeed Who will humble you with their truth Which you have to accept, however hard Because what they have to say is for only you And you will ask yourself How did I not see or hear these things before? But you were surrounded by those Who had an interest in Keeping things as they liked them During the good times and the feast While they thought of you the least Anna Archichek
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