“Looking for something” he says
“Please not again” she silently prays
My confidence he sways, masterful in the role he plays
“What a mess” he grumbles in annoyance, as I don’t have the gift of clairvoyance my reaction is delayed and to him this my guilt displays
“Why are you snooping? What is it that you seek” he shuffles his paper, his eye on me
“It is not me” I plea “may be the children in their swooping or they curiously peek” I don’t know what else to think.
We stand upon the brink of yet another debate our course now innate as I have taken his bait.
“Laundry piled high some effort you might apply, stuff in the sink what am I to think? You know a lesser man than me would be driven to drink.
Common sense you need, what a pathetic weed and out all times of day with my work pay. What have you to say?!”
Nothing of course, I’m too full of remorse.
My aim should be to serve it’s no more than I deserve.
“It’s all your fault” his continued insult “why can’t you be like a real wife” directed like a knife
I’m the prisoner at the bar wearing love as a scar, might I be exonerated or to this authority I’m fated to fix in his box and wash his socks
I wonder how it will all end, how much more my will can bend
Promises broken with so many hateful words spoken
Some sign I need for my hope to feed and grow a little stronger, my love to last a little longer
Thanks would do just a few, a gentle glance, a second chance, a touch of romance
No riches required, no help hired simple gratitude less the attitude.
My capital now freeze, his temper appeased.
Woman and children now in his possessions yet his own family in abscission
They look out into the world seeing his lies that had been twirled becoming uncurled
Supremacy is his indeed but love deficiency caused such need that they cry to be freed.
In a mess