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Mom's and Dad's Divorce
by Tim J BonoDon't dance around the facts with me.
Don't juggle me like a game.
Things will never be the same.
29 years down the drain
to the faithfully departed...
It's dark, and it rains
the trees roll and scream in pain
lighting cracks; one splits
and they fall their separate ways...
(Dichotomy is the rolling of a one-sided die,
and the inevitability of flames) 04/01/2002 Posted on 04/01/2002
Copyright © 2025 Tim J Bono
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Lizz Scott on 12/16/02 at 10:19 PM It's sad when something you think it beautiful dies. I liked the metaphor with the trees. Nicely done!! |
| Posted by Alisa Js on 12/13/07 at 07:59 AM One thing about divorce that a lot of people don't talk about is the long lasting effects it has on the children....later on, when they're adults.....I know.. my parents were divorced when I was very young.
It makes me wonder sometimes....and think perhaps it did have something to do with shaky foundations...later on.. aloha..;-) |
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