Miles Apart
We live together
Yet we live miles apart
The blackness of addiction
Damaging my soul’s heart.
He works during the day
I work through the night
I believe in my dreams
He believes I’ve no right.
He’s two different people
Sharing the same lies
An intoxicating nightmare
You can see in his eyes.
In the sober state
He denies what he knows
But intoxicated beyond logic
Like a volcano he blows.
Heaving cruel words
He stumbles here and there
Mindless to the pain
He induces without care.
The distance between us
Grows every day
Making me question
Why I bother to stay.
Still I remember
The man I once knew
Handsome and compassionate
He was my dream come true.
His eyes once shined
A mischievous green
And his intimate touch
Made me feel like a queen.
It’s been eight long years
Since our first blind date
But the addiction he harbors
Has sealed our fate.
We live together
Yet we live miles apart
The blackness of co-dependence
Only a victim can chart.
Note:
For 12 years I was married to a very abusive alcoholic--and finally after a miscarriage as
a result of the abuse--I left. A year later I was set up on a blind date with a man I
thought was my dream come true. Handsome, hardworking, compassionate, and downright sexy!
I fell head over heels in love with him--a divorcee like myself--and 3 years later moved
in with him on his hobby farm. He said I made him feel like a king--and I felt like his
queen--this poem tells my story......
Copyright © Deborah Herber | Year Posted 2009
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