Albert Ahearn Poet Free verse

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 May 21, 2015 at 9:22 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 May 21, 2015 at 12:54 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 May 18, 2015 at 1:56 PM ALBERT, Congratulations on having your poem featured this week. SKAT love Albert Ahearn May 18, 2015 at 4:02 PM Thanks Skat.

Jan Allison April 26, 2015 at 5:20 PM aww such a sad write:-( Hugs jan xx Albert Ahearn April 26, 2015 at 6:40 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?