Where are you?
This disease has your soul in its grip- I battle it in your place but you fall to your knees and succumb so easily.
Do you not see me bruised and beaten?
Do you not watch me struggle; sword in one hand, children in the other?
I fear I'm beginning to crumble.
I fear I no longer have the strength to save you.
I fear you're already lost.
There's an emptiness inside of me that echoes when you touch me now.
A ghost of the man I love.
Allah! Dear God!
I beg;
show me mercy as I sift through the rubble of our marriage, searching for a sign that my husband still lives somewhere inside.
YOU ARE READING
CRUMBLE
PoetryI watched my marriage crumble before my eyes. I watched my husband fade into a ghost of the man I fell in love with. Within the pain and suffering I wrote these lines.
