Do I irritate you?
Within seconds
of returning home,
I'm thinking,
'Should I
just go?'
Your mind,
never seems
to rest on me.
Flitting forever,
between money and
work, work
and money.
Should we give up?
For when it seems,
we may have found
some kind
of middle ground,
it turns out to be
an epicentre,
magnitude
eight point three.
Still
your will is strong.
Your mind made up;
always countering,
my need to lose.
Still
Why do you wait,
till I'm on my knees,
before offering
the support I need,
to think to myself-
'How would I stand
without you?'
YOU ARE READING
Intermission
PoetryPoetry written many years ago. I found my voice and lost it. As a step towards recovering my voice I decided to share these poems.
