Wail...
Ail...
Long lasting betrayal.
Something tangible that drills into you
like a nail.

Shame,
Blame,
long plateau without rain,
it seeks those better days,
those bitter days
that turn back time
in bitter ways.

Something in the room,
you feel it Breathe into the room,
why can't you Leave this little room,
this little doorknob
wedged with soot.
Can we end this on a better foot?