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Divorce
by Teri T LahmonWhat more can I do?
She pleaded
Voice choked, cracking
with the special heartache of perpetual disappointment
I have given of my self
From my self
The consummation of that self
my devotion
my body
my forgiveness
Laid down my pride
For the sake of his well being
Sacrificed my dignity
on the altar of his indecision and fear
But even now I would forgive
All
Sweep aside
All
If only he would love me
What more can I do?
And I, silent for a while
own spirit aching to see so much chipped
away
Eroded by infidelity, deception, rejection
Simply replied
Nothing.
There is nothing more for you to do
Lay your head down
Close your eyes
and rest. 06/06/2004 Author's Note: for my friend who is really a sister
Posted on 06/08/2004
Copyright © 2025 Teri T Lahmon
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 06/08/04 at 07:24 PM so well described, so darn recognizable! great read. |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 06/12/04 at 11:29 AM ....and turn this 'somebody' in to a 'nobody' like the person riding a bus on the 132nd street. One shall also have to WIN all the associatipons since associations do not die so easily even in dreams. Nice piece. Speaks more on the poets sensitivity. |
| Posted by Mike Loftis on 09/15/04 at 02:22 AM This describes the subject extremely well. I think you completely nailed this poem. |
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