SOUR

I'm leaving you for good " she said

while she packs her bag

with our child strapped to her back

i stood and watched with a blank gaze

as a man i must not show remorse

i wont even be moved by the plea of my neighbors

"she is a stubborn woman" i thought

though i had returned home stuporsly drunk

reeking with the smell of tobacco and alcohol

she had no right to question where i was coming from

i had given her the beating of her life and maybe the next life to come

i blamed her for the reason i lost my job

and i think she is responsible for my bad lucks

i know i'll go begging her to come back as always

cause this has been my new routine these days

beating and begging like that's our marriage vow

                                   it use to be sweet till i lost my job that's when we went sour