Every time she
kicks me out,
she throws my stuff
away:
my clothes
my books
my poetry.
I'm broke like
a toad.
I can't afford it.
No bother- she just
throws it all away.
No apologies.
I come back, and
ask, 'Where's all my stuff? '
Away,
far away.
That's pretty drastic it seems! Not at all lady-like! Thank you for sharing this very intense poem Thomas. RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The problems of life! Coming the hard way at times. Nice work.