14/05/2020
Marriage is like a deck of cards,
In the beginning you'll need two hearts and a diamond,
Sooner than later, the charm wears off, beauty fades,
Towards the end you wish you had a club and a spade.
I pray and pray but my troubles have yet to vanish with a p**f
My only hope from above now, is a sniper on the roof.
I am reminiscent of those early days,
My darling wife, full of joy, so innocent and carefree
But now she'll be the reason why I get off with an insanity plea.
It only got worse, the constant bickering every day and night,
I grew tired and weary, wishing I could put an end to it all,
Everyday she kept finding a new reason to fight.
The Roses have wilted, the violets are dead.
I dearly wish to finally give in to the voices in my head.
"Strangle her!", They say. Or better yet, slice her wrists with a knife,
Take care of the body and cry your eyes out because you miss your lovely wife.
My dear reader, you might wonder as to why I didn't simply leave her?
It's not that easy, she would get the house and a hefty alimony,
Besides why would I leave her ,when I just got her a nice and expensive Life insurance policy.
I tried to stay calm, even took some therapy,
But a deranged wife and a husband who has reached breaking point, make for a dangerous recipie,
But some distance from her did me a whole lot of good.
Meditation, yoga, spending time with friends did wonders for my mood.
My friends and family offer their condolences, They say, Just wait.Once you find love again, you'll be ecstatic.
I smile and take a sip of my wine and try not to the think about the strange smell in the attic.
By Abha Deo
