Realities

Not everything appears as it is.

Beautiful, tall, elegant lady

Blonde, fair hair pulled tightly into a pony tail

And slender legs.

Women cluster around to say

God, I wish I was that pretty.

Long, diligent strides 

Taken in stilettos. 

Elderly beggar asks

Tossing his metal bowl 

And his pathetic amount of coins,

How are you, today Miss?

Let us start with my selfish, abusive, stupid husband,

My ruined life, and my crappy apartment on West 22nd where

A half-eaten sandwich remains on the table,

Where the floor is so covered in filth

That it is practically impossible to walk around

Without getting covered in crap

And a bookshelf bought 

With the naiveness of a child

Who will never play with that toy again,

Remains standing, ambitious, amidst the chaotic hell of my sad life

Where the trash can is filled with failed pregnancy tests

And transparent beer bottles made of glass

Make their dignified mark upon me 

As I try to escape my cage

That will be permanently stained,

No matter how hard I try to recreate,

With regular beatings and the stench of drink.

But other than that, I'm fine.

Oh, he says. 

Reviews

[Annie N.]

Favorite poem, by far. By far. By FAAAAAAAAR

[Arya Le Dasmones]

Love the way you painted stark reality with a dash of sarcastic irony. This poem is definitely well named. My favorite line is the last one :)

[SaRuGi]

To be honest..i found this poem more funny (in a good way) than other feelings..