Ant Smith

All poems

Enough must be enough

If you sit in silence in front of the TV
Listen to his murmurs when he is fast asleep
If you find you shiver at his gentle loving touch
Wonder why he stabs the roast
When he should be carving up
If no longer it is passion that
Makes you want to scream
But still somehow you find you have
Bruises on your knees
If your husband wants to murder you, your marriage might be fucked
And perhaps it's time to say enough must be enough

Enough must be enough
Enough must be enough
Might as well admit your life is all fucked up

If all your kids have finally flown from the nest
And all you have is little ghosts to suckle at your breast
If you wonder why your garden is such a bloody mess
you're fingers dig up bones from the pets you laid to rest
Wonder why your wedding dress is hanging in a tree
With sticky stains of semen in every crease and pleat
If every little memory feels just too much
Then perhaps it's time to say enough must be enough

Enough must be enough
Enough must be enough
Might as well admit your life is all fucked up

If your friends no longer ask you to
Come to their parties
And you wish that you were special with a terminal disease
If your faded photographs all went up in smoke
And the very air you breathe makes you want to choke
Wonder why your hairs a mess and your brush it never works
Why the paracetamol never shifts the hurt
If every nook and cranny is filled with ancient dust
Then perhaps it's time to say enough must be enough

Enough must be enough
Enough must be enough
Might as well admit your life is all fucked up