*Dedicated to someone close to me, undergoing a messy divorce procedure simply because she chose gullibly. She was deliberately physically, emotionally, sexually and psychologically violated . *Narrated in the tone of her ten year old son describing his drunken, emotionally bankrupt father.
Mere words can't express just how much I loathe you.
I will you away,
After merely a single
day’s existence.
‘Hate’
the word doesn't do
justice.
And in retrospect appears trifle.
You disgust and repel me.
Amongst
many other such feelings.
Your foreboding presence lingers in the room next to mine.
My days are filled with peace and free-spirited charm
no longer.
If I were a sorcerer and could make you vanish
without a trace,
Never to return.
Would I?
Your words become me.
They are meant to arouse and wound.
Just the way the words become me,
I seamlessly morph
into you.
Your foreboding presence lingers,
Infringes on my personal space.
Deliberately?
To make yourself felt?
I can't tell.
Go.
You are unwanted.
Like a pariah with no home.
Controlling and dominating
I have tried to escape,
in the past.
Your grip is steel firm.
You magnify my every move.
It causes me to wince
And escape in a nether world.
One that's not real.
Away from this trap.
this bottled existence.
You think you are kind.
I beg to differ.
Wipe that pretentious smile off your face.
The fake cheery laugh too.
so easy to see through.
It doesn’t quite become you.
Like a meddling giant
With legs too far apart
Intruding with his unwanted hands in muddle-some pies.
Ignorant and irate.
Prying with a womanly gait.
With a listful, sagging pate
It confounds me
Therefore
I reiterate.
I reiterate.
In life If only some people you were permitted to sedate.
Whoever said two is company was clearly lying.
I miss my loneliness
My time.
I try to withstand being in the same room as you
Kind of difficult with you scrutinizing my ever move.
I feel uncomfortable
Where I need to belong.
Would you be ever far and long gone?
The possibility seems unreasonable and dim.
Why do we have to fulfill his every fantasy and whim?
Sounds in the corner remind me that you haven’t gone
What a perfect manner to ruin my spectacular morn.
He traipses frantically into my room up and down
For a million times and one.
Your bags comfortably nestle at my door-step
You make my best laid plans go awry
When you land at my door unannounced
In your unmajestic glory.
I type away violently
You wonder at my dedication.
If only you knew of my impatience
And this scheming rhyme
For which you possibly have little time.
Go away,
go away
Let my loneliness linger.
The people in this house change when you’re around
Mother sports a downcast, perpetual frown.
No your jokes aren’t funny
You wouldn’t make it.
Not even as a ridiculous clown.
Bear-like and perfectly conniving in your mind
at all times
Women aren’t inferior to you
They are worth more than your precious two cents or dime.
On a healthy diet of criticism
towards everyone.
It bores you well
I wonder whether you would
Possibly rot in hell?
You want the best for people
If only I could believe that were true.
Then why do you go on about treating humans
as though they were vermin meant to be crushed beneath your shoe?
I loathe you more than words can describe.
The cold steely edge
of an oncoming knife.
The annoying nagging of a middle classed house-wife.
An assured demented lonely life.
Than Years of all consuming depression and strife.
And somehow I still can’t cut you off from my life.
