Demise
The moody music you are playing
Is no friend to my disposition
I am trying to wrap my arms
Around our imminent demise
Someone so focused and organized
I am at a loss for what to do next
Spinning in circles of confusion
With tears in my eyes
Angry words screamed at each other
Shameful and painful
Why do we do this to each other?
There is never a winner or a prize
Not willing for further confrontation
I slip into the quiet
You are not finished though
And you seek to further chastise
Fleeing to alternative quarters
To avoid another onslaught
I am followed like a shadow
You continue to antagonize
If you don’t want me to respond
Then let this battle cease
You will not wear me down
I will fight until I capsize
Mellifluous words spoken
Would be music to our ears
Why don’t we stop and listen
We are just spewing out lies
Where will this end?
How many times have I asked myself?
I am blinded by many emotions
Which are difficult to rationalize
Frozen in time
I fear the next move
Will you continue to be umbrageous?
Or will we reach a compromise?
Christine Bolton
In response to Cyranny’s Cove Word of the Day: Mellifluous