Insufferable
The soul I thought I could once trust,
my feelings for her have turn to dust.
This person who was the light of my life,
has deserted me to rot in strife.
My life mate I once called her,
now, not one word spoken will I be deterred.
She was my wife or so I thought,
but strung along I was, all for not.
Cannot be consoled or bargained with,
to me, her life now is just a myth.
The bane of my existence,
she will always give me resistance.
As if she was born to hate me for all time,
the life that we once had sublime.
Why must this woman be so insufferable?
I take the day's one after another,
even after a second attempt to end my life, my soul smothers.
Like I'm living a bad dream,
destined to mourn and scream.
Copyright © Jon B. Rangel | Year Posted 2008
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment