#445 – “bare”

“bare”

 

I don’t function well

in marriage

the wrong words come out

or none come at all

I go silent

absent in the face

of distress

and I’m hopeless

unhandy

with what the day

brings

useless

with no passion

or happiness

to share,

just a dark

road

that strips

all warmth

and trust

bare

 

 

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Poet, sculptor, jewelry maker, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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