I don’t understand!
I don’t understand!
I DON’T UNDERSTAND!
This intensity of pain, nails scraped across the chalk board
of her soul, a sound once inside my head, I can’t get out, a buzz saw ripping
at my brain.
What did I do to inspire such pain.
I am not that important to her and yet I get this roar of it
in my head, a screech so utterly raw my nerves ache just remembering it.
I don’t understand!
Did I rip off the scab of some old wound or have I created a
new wound in her, that voice in my ears, as I staggered up that hill.
I don’t understand!
I don’t understand!
Maybe I never will.
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