Mindfuck
is so hard to deal with.
Senseless stories
Told in earnest
To no reasonable end
For no reasonable purpose
Except to mindfuck.
Hanging onto the past
When it’s dead and gone.
Over….
I’m not your wife
Anymore.
Unable to give up control
Even for your son.
It’s incomprehensible to me.
Bend down on the floor.
Cry, let the tears fill the room.
Reach for the golden cow
That led you into ruin.
Hold it close,
Imagine it is all you lost.
Blame the idol
Or me
Or God
For it all.
Soaked with your own salty tears
On the floor of your prison
Alone
No one there but you
And your cold golden idol.
Does it bring you comfort?
By Deborah E. Dayen
Image from Propmonicon, via Google Images.
Sculptor Christian Hartmann
learningtolivelikewaterblog.com 
Deb, this is superb and reads like it needed getting out. Kudos to you for writing then sharing it.
Thank you tre. You always seem to get me. Yes, it needed to get out, it was definitely therapeutic. I’m so grateful for our friendship.
I am too! I think when you write what most ails you, worry you, it’s so heartfelt. It’s hard to ignore. Peace and blessings, Deb. 😊 You are most welcome!