Feelings like a maelstrom-
Soul awash in pain
What’s the point in anger?
The end result is vain.
Am I angry? Am I happy?
Is it emptiness I feel-
Am I dreaming? Is it over?
Is your leaving really real?
Who’s to blame? Two to tango?
Does it ever really matter,
What the causes, when the actions-
Lives and psyches tend to shatter?
And the children? And the mortgage?
And the vows we both have made...
Will we falter, in our actions?
Will we, love, for hatred trade?
Foolish anger, pride and passion
What an oft destructive tide.
Causing murder, wild confusion,
Flames are fanned by outraged pride.
But my feelings? How descriptive-
Some how nothing thus far said-
Is as succint, nor apropos-
As the statement: “I am Dead”!