Marriage is Dying

 

Is this life? Is this hell? Am I flying? Or am I trapped in a cell?

The walls are closing around me, and I can barely breathe,

This life I thought was my own; I live in a broken home.

 

You shout, you scream, I close my eyes as my ears bleed,

I’m lying awake in my bed, listening to the things you said,

 

Stop your shouting, stop your fighting,

Think of the children, broken and crying.

Listening to Mum and Dad,

As their marriage is dying.

 

Are we cursed? Are we normal? Are we disturbed? Or is this natural?

I feel like I’m in a play, so full of drama,

I hope that karma, will serve you right,

 

Stop your shouting, stop your fighting,

Think of the children, broken and crying.

Listening to Mum and Dad,

As their marriage is dying.

 

 

Can I love? Can I live? Is this the life I’m meant to stick with?

Can I be different? Can I change,

From the example you have made?

 

Stop your shouting, stop your fighting,

Think of the children, broken and crying.

Listening to Mum and Dad,

As their marriage is dying.

Author's Note

Reviews

[The Scholar]

Wow.. the questions posed and thoughts introduced in this piece were piercing. Dramatic and emotional write. Well done.

[Sarah Redigan]

I could feel it ... Form a broken girl from a broken home .. Nicely done

[Octob3r Star]

Questions.
Thoughts without a real answer.
Leaves us stumbling....

Awesome write, thank you.

[Michael X]

performance poetry, it indeed has a life of its own, Marriage is Dying,
the demise of society itself, scars, memories, reciprocating what
has become a normal condition that bruises the nature of human
understanding, the never ending cycle of abuse, this is stunning work ^_^

[AK]

Very nice! I loved the poem and the fact that it has a message.

[PaperLife]

Made sense why it rhymed after a listened to the song... :D Still great.

[PaperLife]

This is quite interesting. I'm not generally fond of rhyming but your thoughts scattered so fully throughout this poem are definitely overshadowing that.

The way you shove into our hands the feelings that are being felt here is so powerful. We have to feel them in a broken decrepid way. It sends chills up my arms how well you capture this.

"You shout, you scream, I close my eyes as my ears bleed" In just this sentence you capture the war happening outside of your head but also the one captured inside of your mind.

Well done. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

A lot of conflict and problems in the poem. Some problems can overtake a whole family. I could feel the emotional struggle in the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Becky Clancy]

I like it

[InfiniteInk]

I like how you put the drama in this poem, I felt as if I was watching a confrontational fight that sinks your heart as you watch it.
One of those fights you wish would stop.
I like it good write.