Thursday, 8 January 2015

Why?

Inspired by Sylvia Plath's: You're

Why?

Screaming bundle of joy.
Not coy. That you aren't.
So can you blame me at all?
I want to see nothing of her.
This period of time. Such a debacle.
My friends chime. Be happy.
The best time of my life?
No amelioration. Just strife.
The paragon of feckless

Why all the weariness?
Blunder. Yes you are.
Into my life, you barge.
Newly wedded. I chaste.
But now I ask if it's all a waste?
I want you to myself. Just us.
You're all mine. I trust.
Why you want her,
I can only conjecture.

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