All of my hope is gone,
as if it dried up for the new day
that I expected to astound me
and it's as if great evil is going to be
as if in vain I do pray,
as she pauses our marriage and carries on.
It feels as if she does me betray
and its as if I do not know her heart,
while she does strange values choose
and whatever I do I loose
where in joy from me she is apart,
as constantly her ways do turn away.
as if nowhere I do belong,
as if in every action and word she does deceive me,
as she takes pleasure in my great incomprehension of life
where she pauses to be my wife,
as if I am destined to miss her eternally
and the world carries on in its madding throng.
© Gert Strydom
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