The Grim Reaper called on the family;
funeral arrangements will be finalized today.
A somber procession of all the wrongs
that tombstoned our relationship
march past, one by one,
casketing our “what God has joined together,
let no one put asunder” years.
Appalled bearers of the pain of separation,
the children, grief-stricken, but tearless,
gaze at us with bitter looks of betrayal,
while becoming joint custody statistics.
Ashen memories will repose
in the urns of our minds
until scattered by the winds of time.
Perhaps we were so afraid of old age,
we couldn’t conceive of growing old together –
as if growing old apart would restore our youth.
Categories:
tombstoned, children, death, divorce, grief,
Form: Free verse
Calm,collected and serene
Then a timely vituperation
Evokes in spilt seconds
A cornucopia of rashfolly
Tempers, scream up
The meanest echelons of inhumane rive
Words; few left unsaid
Blood of a few, left unshed
All's torn apart
And all in parts, fell apart
Then she is gone
As swiftly as she was born
And left all parts; in parts
Heap of rubbles now drawn with carts
To tombs; heaped and tombstoned with hats
Calm, collected and somewhat serene
Once more, I am
Now with regrets
But she's gone
Swiftly as she was born
-My untamed tantrum
Categories:
tombstoned, anger
Form: I do not know?