Aug 2019
I cry a tear
The other scolds a feeling
Nights go by and you feel emotionally bankrupt.
No one to turn to too
You start feeling like the “catch 22” staring at a ceiling.
You hold back your anger and your fear
The other still smells such and uses their own sadness
“the doggy didn’t greet me the right way. You don’t
deserve or appreciate anything!”
The cycle continues until you have reached the limit and melt into madness .
Once the other snaps out of their “toxic trance”
their apologies flow as well do the promises
“I only wish for my friend not to become “Mr. Hyde out of Dr. Jekyll .”
You are the strength of the household without investment to regain
Energy and funds to “stop spinning the wheels”
and move out of the warpath
“The Harm of the Heckles. “
You learn to wait for the opportunity to “catch them in their sleep walk”
The “thief caught stealing from the cookie jar”
Don’t the sick “understand the demands and power of their emotions which erode”
a once peaceful soul and sand….?
You have a little way left, in which to back up your talks.
Going forward in life…..
If the other would or could break out of their “spell”
People in conflict and turmoil
Truly caring for one another but afraid to show their “weakness.
To get well.”
When the day comes and they value the relations and finally admit to
the portion of chemical waste that has nearly killed two bonded hearts
The person in the daze never understands this “war’s toll”
Two in a team, can empower one another
to build one another up.
Instead of shooting flames that burn one another’s souls.
Melted from hurtful heat, instead.
A nuclear storm is building up..
“Chernobyl” devastating the lands that were made
from spirits connected to friendship so kindred..
Saving a once thriving force, that is your friendship…
From being placed in a grave
That this “Chemical war” had taken it’s toll
No time for liquidation of the aftermath
The time needed to heal is enough to purify
The feelings of both…The neglect of this
Downfall
are bright hearts who shall die, instead.
The other scolds a feeling
Nights go by and you feel emotionally bankrupt.
No one to turn to too
You start feeling like the “catch 22” staring at a ceiling.
You hold back your anger and your fear
The other still smells such and uses their own sadness
“the doggy didn’t greet me the right way. You don’t
deserve or appreciate anything!”
The cycle continues until you have reached the limit and melt into madness .
Once the other snaps out of their “toxic trance”
their apologies flow as well do the promises
“I only wish for my friend not to become “Mr. Hyde out of Dr. Jekyll .”
You are the strength of the household without investment to regain
Energy and funds to “stop spinning the wheels”
and move out of the warpath
“The Harm of the Heckles. “
You learn to wait for the opportunity to “catch them in their sleep walk”
The “thief caught stealing from the cookie jar”
Don’t the sick “understand the demands and power of their emotions which erode”
a once peaceful soul and sand….?
You have a little way left, in which to back up your talks.
Going forward in life…..
If the other would or could break out of their “spell”
People in conflict and turmoil
Truly caring for one another but afraid to show their “weakness.
To get well.”
When the day comes and they value the relations and finally admit to
the portion of chemical waste that has nearly killed two bonded hearts
The person in the daze never understands this “war’s toll”
Two in a team, can empower one another
to build one another up.
Instead of shooting flames that burn one another’s souls.
Melted from hurtful heat, instead.
A nuclear storm is building up..
“Chernobyl” devastating the lands that were made
from spirits connected to friendship so kindred..
Saving a once thriving force, that is your friendship…
From being placed in a grave
That this “Chemical war” had taken it’s toll
No time for liquidation of the aftermath
The time needed to heal is enough to purify
The feelings of both…The neglect of this
Downfall
are bright hearts who shall die, instead.
