His words could become sharp as corners
And trap you there
Flailing in his grasp
They could pinch your skin
Until you cried
Throughout your shifts
They could catch your wrists and stop you
From moving on
They could lock the doors, no leaving
They could shame you and shrink you
They could come flying in from an open window,
A buzzing phon...
Monday 8th March 2021 7:27 pm
He is sad, he is hurting
No one ever told him he was wrong.
Spoilt and arrogant,
He had become.
Behaviour always accepted.
A love for himself,
he always expected perfection,
It’s not his fault. He knew something was wrong,
an angel he searched for, an angel he won.
Another win, at his feet, treated her with deceit.
Monday 12th March 2018 12:30 am