Every Night….

Every night Martha wishes it were her last

Heavy monuments are the look of her past

She prays herself dead and enters a beautiful realm

For her best friend and husband cheats on her like secret steam.

She has also lost her job, savings and self esteem

Her frenemy partner is funnily her most precious beam

Please Lord take me for I can’t bear life so real

On his lap the Lord seems to pat her, curing her till she is fresh and clean.

Here come the mornings before dusk shows its Grace

Martha is filled with peace, excitement and contempt

Like a newborn sheep she can feel she’s drinking from Earth’s bosom

The day is long, all for herself and her body is no longer wooden!

Her husband has made her a delicious breakfast

And written a love note before heading to the work nest

Martha is spoiled with time, anxiety pills left behind

” All men cheat, its primitive nature” her Auntie had told her before she died.

The day will roll with delight, gym, books and a nature hike

Cooking, spa, and playing dice,

Until she is exhausted and kisses her husband goodnight….

Praying it will be her last night

So that she can enter the kingdom of wild dreams

To be popped like a rainbow bubble at twilight!

The End.

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