Haiku #259

259.

I put sunglasses on,

Not to shield my eyes from light,

But to hide my tears.

2 thoughts on “Haiku #259

  1. From April 2018, approaching the final end to my marriage…

    Runaway

    Run out the door,
    escape route,
    sunglasses hide

    the end of the

    drought.
    Finally the forever

    dormant anger

    in me rises.

    He will not leave,

    says he won’t sign.

    If that’s the case,

    I’ll leave tonight…

    I am suddenly

    suffocating,

    buried alive,

    choking on dirt,

    fading light.

    Nowhere to go,

    trapped again,

    always reshackled,

    always dead ends.

    The dormant anger

    in me rises.

    If left no choice,

    this time,

    I fight.

    But not tonight.

    Tonight, I choose

    flight.
 

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s