Spatial poetry exploring an unbalanced relationship.
Not A Fairytale Ending
My wife loves strife.
I can't imagine what I've done to earn thIs fate.
My fragile heart's been hacked apart by acts of hate.
She moans as if she is the princess tied up in the tower.
In fact, she is the evil queen and always wields the power.
I did my best to breach my leading lady's castle walls;
she spun around and swiftly kicked me in the balls.
I pledged my troth to someone who's a bitch,
and now I can't escape that wicked witch.
She loves to watch the way I squirm;
that's why I feel just like a worm.
Why can't I make a magic wish
that cures her with a kiss?
My daily life is not
Not with my
Spatial poetry with rhymes
Inspired by the video below which is Prompt 4 in the September 2018 round of the Rebel Poetry Contest