Divorce

the streets were wet
but no rain had fallen.
we appeared to stand tall
but the truth was we were crawlin'.
 
it was unending hell.
all day long and every night
we lashed out in fury
but neither was right.

we argued without words
but spoke with our hands
we struck so hard
but no blow could land.

what fresh hell is this
where the pain is within?
how could we resolve
this gut wrenching sin?

we screamed and we shouted
but only with our eyes
we spoke out our truth
but only through lies.

the kids went to their rooms
because they couldn't bear to see
our home crashing down
in painful misery.

the streets were all wet
but no rain fell.
we seemed to be fine
but were in hell.