The Dictators Wife

My husband is in another room dictating.
How kind you are to visit to see how elegantly
I relate to suffering. I am as you know a simple
Woman...and of course have no voice.
I simply must amass these jewels and
This gold that have no meaning to me.
It is my duty for my life and marriage!

Suffering?
From my heart I have
No choice...

I have had to leave my home
You know and when will I have
A new pony?
Surely there must be
Less suffering than this?
I'm sorry I have several appointments...
If I'm quick I might still wear those old
Blood diamonds.

My husband is taking an age.
For some reason or another.





Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-02-21 at 03:26

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
She's rarely seen, but I imagine that she's as you describe her.
2011-02-23


ngaio Beck
Powerful in what it doesn't say
2011-02-22


Rob Graber
Very sharp. I like especially lines 11-13!
2011-02-21