Divorce

A young soul,
Age of nine,
Who heart has already been ripped from his body,
And just rejoined him,
Just to be shattered once more,
Mother is leaving father tells,
Tears welling within your eye,
You scream internally,
"Nigh she must not leave.
Who will comfort me when you are gone?
Who's tender touch will fill me with happiness?"
You scream
The sapphire tears dropping
Wetting the ground as you collapse
Please don't make her go.
Please make her stay.
As you pound upon your father's legs
Wishing he was lying
Wishing this was a bad joke
Wishing this was a bad dream