Through every door and window,
gushes the water of my discontent.
Currents of his resentment pour through.
Waves of Water
A futile try
to hold back the tide of my anger.
I turn in time to watch
our marriage
float away,
one more dead and stinking fish.
Dec 14, 2011
Dec 14, 2011 at 11:10 PM UTC
Through every door and window,
gushes the water of my discontent.
Currents of his resentment pour through.
Waves of Water
A futile try
to hold back the tide of my anger.
I turn in time to watch
our marriage
float away,
one more dead and stinking fish.
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