Breaking the circle
He sits by the river thinking could it get any
worse,
How can he change all this anger in his life?
He knows it’s his fault and see’s it as a
curse,
He is full of remorse and can’t face his wife,
She sits by the table wondering what she has
done,
That has them both on a different page,
Marriage and love are no longer fun,
Now it’s all anger and pain and rage,
In the bedroom upstairs their child lays
sleeping,
He jumps at the least little noise,
His father has left again with him there’s no
keeping,
Accusations of deceit and telling him lies,
He knows in his heart that it’s wrong to lash
out,
He can’t understand why he snaps,
The river is calling him “come in” with a
shout,
Is life worth trying they are better of alone
perhaps?
A bruise on her brow as she checks out her
face,
The place where he landed his hand,
She longs for a memory of a much better place,
When life and love were so grand,
As she cleans up the mess she feels a cold
shiver,
And heads up to check on her son,
His body floats aimlessly down in the river,
A new kind of pain has begun,
Confusion now is a part of her thinking,
As his death slips slowly on by,
Nightmares of how his mind it was sinking,
To that river he looked for his only alloy,
The bruise on her brow long since has healed,
As she takes up a new lease on life,
Now her son lashes out his temper revealed,
She has learned from his newly wed wife,
But sort him she will no love shall he kill,
As his father before him left her bereft,
She did all she could to try keep him good,
With the last ounce of breath she has left,
The circle now broken her son a changed man,
His anger did not for long last,
All living together and working to a plan,
Like that river bad memories long since in the
past.
Who would believe it?
She has no idea what he does all day long,
Sat at home while she goes out to earn her pay,
He’s out of work and everything he does is
wrong,
Whatever he tries gets lost on her each day,
As soon as she comes in the door she starts,
With what did you do while I toiled and slaved?
And he tries to tell her that he nearly took
part,
In a job search scheme but she simply waves,
Her food is ready but she says it’s not hot,
And also she adds it looks just like crap,
And with that she gets up and throws the lot,
And with the plate gives him a slap,
No job no confidence he is feeling the pinch,
And she is so angry all the time,
She looks at him now and calls him a Grinch,
Never again will this marriage be fine,
Not a day goes by when she doesn’t throw
something at him,
And usually she doesn’t miss,
He’s been bruised and had the odd black eye,
There must be something better then this,
He can’t tell anyone because of the shame,
And she’s a good foot shorter the he,
No more is this a fun little game,
He lives in pain all because of she,
She comes home at the end of her day,
And there is a note on the hall table,
There is nothing more left to say,
Other then he just isn’t able,
Alone is much better then being battered?
No fear of a key in his door,
They lost sight of the reality that matters,
He left he couldn’t take any more,
She searches the house for a trace,
Of where he is or might be in hiding,
No sign of him left in her place,
There is no one now that she can confide in,
Confidence high a new job a new life,
He is making his way in the world,
She was always sorry was his wife,
Never again into that place he’ll be hurled.
Doubting Thomas
Where do
you go to my dearest, when you are leaving my bed?
Is your
mind thinking the clearest of thoughts deep inside your head?
Was it me
that you thought of then, as we made such passionate love?
I thought
it was good enough when, you screamed to heaven above,
When I touched
you, moved your hair so I could look upon face,
Did you
smile at me or glare as you went and left me in this place?
Now I lay
here in this bed, where we just created heat,
Doubt has
crept into my head; alone I feel defeat,
Yet I recall
I touched your thigh, you moaned and held me close,
Was that a
hurry up sigh, did I not try my utmost,
Was I wrong
to ask was it good, as we made love all night long,
I guess I
never understood, if I was doing it right or wrong,
Was it a
tear I saw in your eye, as you left I thought for home?
Is it me
that made you cry, is this why I lay here alone?
Am I a
doubting Thomas, with a mind that’s so distressed?
That light
that shone upon us, did I fail or pass your test,
The bed has
since gone cold, in the time that you’ve been gone,
I feel not
young but old; to no generation do I belong,
So much
time it seems has passed, as in the afterglow I lay,
Will it
blossom will it last, is there something I can say,
Have you
left and not looked back, are you gone and lost forever,
Is there
something that I lack, will you return or call me never,
Is that
noise I hear, coming from my stairs?
Could it be
all of my fears will yet see me in tears?
You stand
now in the doorway, looking somewhat aglow,
My doubting
has had its own say, my heart should really know,
To the
kitchen for a drink, was where you went just then,
Each time
you leave my heart sinks, you might not return again,
Oh I am a
doubting Thomas; I doubt everything I do,
When
pressure is upon us, I always look to you,
The bed is
nice and warm now, but will she leave again,
Oh I am a
doubting Thomas and it really is a pain.
5-Nov-12
