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My Wife (Free verse) by Dovina
Happiness is fitful and occasional.
Itâs the escape I get when
not meeting her wishes,
not performing a trick,
and she is not looking up at me smiling.
Normally, I am groomed
as she has trained,
prepared to converse on her topics,
it took her years to teach.
Her smile is my fish.
Then she spots the flaw,
spiritual emptiness in my eye.
She has warned against
corruption of independence,
And wants to save me.
But there it is.
âWhy are you looking at me like that?â she hisses.
Now I must think of a way to fill my spirit,
divert punishment.
I never wanted her to save me,
only accept me as I am.
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Weighted score: 6.4545455
Overall Rank: 724
Posted: December 29, 2004 2:56 PM PST; Last modified: December 29, 2004 2:56 PM PST
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Are you the real jroday, back from surgery? If so, welcome back. You once talked about a mean woman. Iâve taken the manâs side here and am pleased if it rings true to you.