Two of us, in the rain
Stood together
As if,
Bonded by tears
Bonded by smears
Enslaved
Confined
Shackled
In this so-called institution
Of marriage
What was love once
Now feels like
Capital Punishment
There's no hate just
Boredom,
Life's no thrill just
Linear Motion
The Hurricane of love
Which took us
Heaven,
The dust of it
Settled
There's no hurricane, just
Whiff.
Stand we two
Overbored
Underamused
In face of each other
Empty
Void
Trivial
Weak
All of the stuff
Too blinded by love
To see, To feel
No contempt though
Just Bored.
Bored by reality
Fascinated once by
Love Illusions
Nasty Delusions
Oue own Seclusion
But,
Let's begin
Once more
Like we first met
And were struck
By Hurricane.
p.s. just for the record i aint married not even close to the posibility of it any time now... the poem was inspired by a married couple i saw at a multiplex sum time ago, they seemed so bored of each other, so much so that they didnt even feel like talking to one another. i dont know much about what to say, i just know that its a sad thing to happen to anybody.
