The Pain of Divorce - Poem
April Poetry Month
Poem #11
I retrace my steps
To the present
And still I am lost
Guided by instinct
I cannot call by name.
Torn apart
And yet I am still here
Surveying the wreckage
Indecisive
Hateful
Alive, though sooner dead.
Filled with sorrow,
In the dark night
I cry out.
I am appalled at my violent thoughts.
I am repulsed by my logic.
By the cunning of your facade,
I have done you the greater harm,
Yet, I am the more wounded.