Stumbling

poem

"Your word isn’t worth much,” she says.

Helping me to a spot on the floor,

she lances me with condemnation,

a brow beautifully wrinkled, better

tortured than Ahab’s leviathan.

“I want a divorce, you sot.”

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

Hurts don't it?

I like your brevity. You're a good writer.

[Mike]

Thank you, Davidgeo!

[Arundass TP]

Divoce it is a knife wounding the partner. Killing if that person loves you. Good poem

[Mike]

Thank you, Arundass TP!