The Wife

What’s the point

Some  days  she  feels  worse  than  others

Why even  bother  to  get  up and  and start  the day.

Why  leave  the safety of  the bed covers.

Then the  baby  cries, here  we  go. Peace, no way.

 

Feed  the  baby, tidied up  lets  get out

I wonder what  he is  doing  now

Is  he  with  her , yes  no  doubt

No point  to ring , don’t  need a row

 

Loneliness

He is  always ‘ busy ‘ rarely  by  my side

When did he stop  wanting  me

Says he is  working, too tired

To  do  anything  but  sleep. I know  I see.

 

The  way  he dresses  the care  he takes

The  way  he did  for  me .

In public  the perfect  husband, he fakes.

In his mind  he is  with her, what he wants is  she!

 

It is  no comfort  to know I am the mother of his child

No comfort to know  he  will not  leave me for her

Sometimes I wish he would  this is driving  me wild!

Let  him ruin her  life I am sick of  this, I no longer  care .

 

Life goes on

Trapped lost , soulless in this dead marriage of  show

I know  her  she has  it all  why  does  she waist her life

He like  his comfort , his  status  he  will never let  me go

Nor  will he ever  give her what she wants, to be his wife.

 

Life goes on me  and the baby

Does  she pity me , what does  she think

Do  you  think  he loves  you lady?

No  he doesn’t, no more  than he  does not love me.

Love of his life

 

He is  the love of his life

Not  you the  mistress

Nor  me the wife.

We are  both trapped .