Circles
Friday comes once more
The end of another week
And my serenity returns
To its hiding place
All that is special
Will disappear
When I see your face
Your return will
Take the oxygen
From the air
And cloud my sky
You will scratch my skin
With your hands
Always rough and dry
Your words will taint
The beauty of the day
The excruciating pain
Of two people now strangers
Will take hold of the house
Dark and saddening
Avoidance the best refrain
This cycle of expectancy
And torture
Is a sickening ride
We play it perfectly
Like hamsters on the wheel
Constantly going nowhere
Choosing everything to hide
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Word Prompts:
Christine, both of us took almost the same route for the prompts. 🙂❤️
Yes they took us both in that direction 🙂💕💕
Gulp. Wow, you did it again. Thankfully not my own. Hugs sister!
Aww, thanks so much 🙂💕
Good depiction of a broken relationship.
Thsnjs Sadje 🙂💕
Hi Christine, I loved your analogy
“Like hamsters on the wheel
Constantly going nowhere”
Thanks Ivor 🙂. I appreciate you reading it