The Swallows and the Sunsets

Apt. 201

Up in the trees

I felt more free.

Wind and rain in my face,

I left no trace.

I was hiding;

Inside my mind I was fighting.

He was gone for three months,

It's funny how I loved him once.

His green eyes became misty,

He had too much whiskey.

The greater part of me for thirteen years was filled with his anger.

Instead of me, I worried my mother was in danger.

I could see the mountains from up here,

But my thoughts had time to appear.

I always thought of falling.

By then, I heard my mom calling.

I climbed down with dread,

I'd just go inside and cry in my bed.

Behind her eyes - was it anger or sadness?

We couldn't deal with his madness.