The Writer's Wife

The Writer’s Wife. She doesn’t have much of a life, never did;
Always working to keep her real feelings hid in case her husband
Looks at her face, picks up on a trace of something worthy of
Writing down. Every smile, every frown. It ends up on paper for
Someone to critique, and while everyone “oohs” and “ahhs”,
Praising it for being unique, they remain unaware that the
Emotion has been torn off the face of the Writer’s Wife. Not
Much of a life. Every argument is on paper and while she tries
To move on, her husband drags up the past one rhyme at a
Time for the sake of his “art”, unaware that every poem is a
Scar upon her heart. The Writer’s Wife, not much of a life,
Although she started out as a muse; after suffering a marriage
Of emotional abuse, she has become just a tool to amuse.