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Codependent (A Poem)

Before my eyes a suicide,
A lingering liquid fate.
His drinking rips me up inside,
That duel of love and hate.

Why do I buy so many lies?
How can I ask for more?
So many times have he and I
Been down that road before!

Rejection in the bedroom,
My cooking pushed aside,
He’s sick or stressed; the money’s gone,
And bills are piling high.

A promise to give up the booze,
The tearful hollow vows,
Another trip to detox,
It’s more than God allows.

Why can’t he make it easy?
Just tell me, “Go to Hell”!
He begs for my forgiveness.
How do I say,“farewell”?

Copyright ©2002 Vivian G. Harriman

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Anonymous said…
this is a peom that alot of people will read and think it was wrote for them they will see themselves within the words.Suicide sometimes feels like the only way to escape the pressures of life,but today is the first day of the rest of everybodys life,some people dont believe things get better but they do.It is hard to walk away sometimes,but sometimes it has to be done,it is a wake up call for the abuser and a new and better life for the person getting abused
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