That our marriage is a mirage.
We now live with false hopes and promises!
We dare not tell them or shall we?
That our home is a painted sepulcher,
Where putrefying corpses are?
We dare not tell them or shall we?
That our home has become a capitalist market,
Controlled by economic gains and losses?
We dare not tell them or shall we?
That our marriage is a dilapidated edifice,
Significantly marked out for destruction.
We dare not tell them or shall we?
That our home has become a monastery,
Where silence and secrecy reign?
We dare not tell them or shall we?
That our marriage is now a liquor bar,
Serving sour and bitter wine.
We dare not tell them or shall we?
That our marriage is now a funeral,
Yes the honeymoon is over!
Written by: Passy Amaraegbu
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
Wow, powerful!!! 🙂
Thank you for reading