POLLUTION

Nearly 15 years. That’s a long time.
I tried with my all. Ignored red sign.
Now I’m stuck dealing with shit.
Go go go. I just want to sit.

Made of money. Sure why not.
Pay for it all. Endless pot.
He refuses. Certainly not shocked.
His sad stories. My heart is locked.

He says he still loves me. I don’t care.
But still digs deep enough for a prayer.
Please go away. Live your own life.
I tried so hard to be a good wife.

Apologizing profusely is his solution.
All this does is cause me pollution.
Getting a rise. He knows I can be soft.
My future is bright. No matter the cost.

Written by Rebecca Grace Snider