In response to Bartholomew Barker’s
Living Poetry Monday Poetry Prompt: TORTURE

Torture knowing you go home
to her every night
cooking, eating, cleaning,
sleeping – together.
Torture viewing pictures
of what could have been,
you with your children
and grandchildren.
Torture thinking of you at night
sleeping comfy and warm
curled up and secure
with – her.
Torture all alone in my bed
toss and turn in the sheets
‘til the suns rays break through
my torture.
So sad. I hope the narrator of the poem finds her/his suffering relieved in the next poem.
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Thank you JeanMarie! ❤️
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This is so very sad …a wonderful write 💜
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Thank you Willow! ❤️
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Oh wow. Great poem, Ami. Heartbreaking. KL ❤️
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Thank you so much KL! ❤️
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A very vivid and moving poem
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Thank you my friend! ❤️
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You’re most welcome Ami
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