His soul is hard as iron
All his arguments are in my ears,
I have no answers.
All his trials are before my eyes
My trials
I can give no reasons.
What is the nature of this struggle, Old Man? Sheer stubbornness?
When the ex is gone, isolation.
When he is here, tyranny
Here I am, still after all this time living worlds apart from him
Our marriage still some nebulous promise
That has ceased finally from sucking so mercilessly on my strength
As if we both agreed that,
Perhaps someday we might be together
But--not now
Not tomorrow
Not next week
Just someday.
Iron soul
Heart of clay
I waited and waited hoping the signs were wrong
I was wrong.
The Old Man won’t admit our defeat
But I am certain now.
Such high hopes and drunken love
No longer his blushing bride,
Just the Old Man’s latest ex.
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