Poem in the rough

I did I could
to make it work

Left a good paying job-for you
Worked many hours-for you
Spent life savings-for you
Degraded myself-for you

You're working friends never agreed
about our meeting.
You a high school teacher with a Masters
Me uneducated working stiff
They planted seeds of division, you allowed
I've been suffering ever since.

Now you're leaving because
You think you deserve unearned,
Always caring about what others think
Nothing matters but perception
You drove us to divorce but
Don't want to take the blame

Resent me?
How can you resent me?
I gave you my heart, my money, my body, my soul,
and you took, and you took, and you took,
Until nothing was left but an empty vile shell

You're telling all our news
to everyone you meet
Attention is an addiction
You crave the pity poor me seat.

Why won't you get the papers signed?
Feeling frustrated welcome to the club.

Stop holding up the inevitable
Sign the dotted lines so that we both
can be free from one another.

So we both can be free from one another.

©Abdul Batin Bey 2017

Set: A bit about me

I’m not who I use to be

This I know

I’m someone else

Not completely but I know I have change

Though I’m still that lonely kid

Growing up in a sea of enemies with only abrother as my raft

In some ways I’m still in that situation

I must be brave

Now I’m a lonely adult

On the verge of suicide

In some ways I’ve changed

In many others I’m the same

Death will set me free

Set me free

Picture & Words:Copyright Abdul Batin Bey 2016