An Anatomy of a Dying Marriage

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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Bickerstaffe Avatar
May 19, 2015 at 9:15 AM
Extraordinary! Powerful language and vivid imagery. 'The house dies...can the dead ever come back to life?' One of many brilliant verses. Clever culminating rhyme. Well done indeed! Best wishes, Keith
Makama Avatar
May 8, 2015 at 9:23 AM
great lines, wonderful expressions. What better way for this message to flow?
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