Disillusioned
Disillusionment.
That’s all I’ve got really.
After all the effort.
The smiles
The words of encouragement
The bringing up
Of kids
Of him
Of myself.
The painted face
Of happiness
Of content
Of patience.
The wait
The dreaming
The hoping
And still loving him all the while.
This is what I have got eventually.
For all that I have put in.
My dreams just simply smashed to smithereens.
Like a wineglass slipping from nervous fingers.
With no thought at all of my feelings.
My dreams
My energies
My love
My enduring.
No, all that is just old news.
What more I can give, that is the question.
What do I have left? he asks.
A big boot for you mister.
(In the hindside too).
That is all there is here.
Here, in this recently vacated accommodation.
Besides the Disillusionment,
Of course.
~ Aekta ~
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