Illusions Of My Marriage

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    • shanny8917
    • My own two favorite poems are "Train of Defeat" and "The Story of Sorrow"

    Illusions Of My Marriage

     My illusions of my marriage
    were shattered today.
    He said he had no memory
    of times we laughed and played.

    My illusions of my marriage
    were way off base.
    All the time I spent on love
    turned out to be a waste.

    My illusions of my marriage
    were simply false.
    He could have kept it to himself.
    The wound had begged for salt.

    My illusions of my marriage
    kept me alone.
    I thought he would return for me
    and give me back my home.

    My illusions of my marriage
    were shattered today.
    The figments of the voices scorned
    have nothing left to say.

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    kdarcy commented on Illusions Of My Marriage

    08-11-2010

    Absolutely great, no wasted words here, too many good lines here to pick just one. I'll work backwards with your material, give me time, be well
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    Qualin commented on Illusions Of My Marriage

    08-09-2010

    I expected the same oh same oh, but you have a one of a kind here especially adding to the pain 'putting salt on the wound", good write...a friend Qualin
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    shanny8917

    08/09/2010

    Thank you!

    Artie commented on Illusions Of My Marriage

    04-01-2010

    I'm always amazed at how one person in a relationship, can feel so opposite from the other, and the truth is never known. It seems that every time I've been in love, I was being lied to. Many people will be able to relate to this well written piece - 10 from me
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    dahlusion commented on Illusions Of My Marriage

    03-25-2010

    "My illusions of my marriage were simply false. He could have kept it to himself. The wound had begged for salt" — this is poetically masterful. A powerful write!! Bravo!!
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    shanny8917

    03/26/2010

    Thanks so much!

    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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