Divorced

Divorced

By Terry Slack

Cursed be the eyes that feast upon my naked form,

For boundaries crossed, cannot forestall the coming storm.

My hand I gave to you with ‘only trust’ the pledge,

You violated that trust, pushed me to the edge.

So what you see, standing alone, before you now

It is not the ‘Spirit’ that gave to you that vow.

There is a heart that beats within, you cannot face,

But Spirit’s taken refuge, in its sacred place.

Be gone thyself, for nothing’s waiting for you now,

No love, nor pleasure, you’ve destroyed it all somehow.

Live now within the boundaries of your wicked heart.

For sure our lives ‘once blessed’ must now be lived apart.

The End