hah sarahz1: Nothing will ever be the same again.
You have said the dreaded “D” word,
complete with “f**king” as the preposition.
Where will I go from here?
How will I “move on”.
Where is my “happy ending”?
So far away.
Close to the bottom of this beer,
yet so near to the beginning of the next one.
And the next and the next and the next...
So is the story of my life.
Ninety-nine bottles of beer in my soul.
And somehow I am still aware.
The colors of loss are so vibrant in my mind.
The headache, the burning eyes....
They offer no distraction to my broken heart.
The dreams are gone,
the memories fade...
“So Happy Together” HAH!!!
What a joke.
What about the time you were in the hospital?
Pregnant, raising two boys, dealing with your
psychotic, irresponsible parents?
Let the doctors do what they please?
Abscess in the brain?
Why not drain it through the spine
when all you had ever had was a VP shunt?
Stupid morons. Dr. Ham was gone.
No one would stand up for you but me.
But mommy and daddy said go ahead.
Look what happened.
They took away your memory.
The procedure didn’t work and they wondered
why?
But no one said a thing...except me.
And I was overstepping my boundaries.
I remember sitting by your side.
Praying that you would wake up.
It took three days and another brain surgery.
I was SO mad.
It never should have happened that way.
But mommy told me to "be quiet".
I am not a doctor, but I researched for days.
I KNEW IT.
Anyway, it does not matter now.
The love you once harbored has
Diminished.
There is no ambition,
no hope.
You said “I want a f**king Divorce”
Thank God I am a Legal Secretary
to a Divorce attorney.
Re:hah kthies: Sarah, I love the ending. Good poem. Unfortunately, welcome to ojar.
