His marriage is on the clock
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
Comes home at 5’o clock
To a marriage of hard knocks
He loves her
But she tells him it isn’t enough
What’s he meant to do
Dress in some suit
With a noose
Tighten it till he chokes
Till he has plenty of money to misuse
But no mind left to lose.
expectations
Destroyed
Suspended aspirations
tearing at the smiles foundations
trying to rid oneself of expectations
lest it all fall through to more desolation
Left floating in between, wasted
slowly becoming weightless
Detached, faceless
donning masks while being annihilated
© Silverbackgorillapoetry 2016 August