Give it a rest
give me a break
Let me wake to fresh coffee and not more 'earache'
Give it a miss
give me a kiss
Let's settle down for some marital bliss.
But you go on and on
and you're wearing me out.
I want to shout 'leave me alone'
I want to feel this house is a home
not a warzone
not a ground zero
and you're not a Nero
but you want to burn me
turn me into a gibbering wreck.
At your beck and call is not all that I do.
I have a job and you have one too.
Give it a rest
let's both try our best and compromise
look me in the eyes and say,
'Yes
that's what we'll do'

On Sunday at two when I went to confession
the old priest was not ready
nor could believe the procession of my faults I laid out.
And he began to shout,
'leave me alone,leave me alone
this is a church don't treat it like home'

On my own now
echoes of home now
fade.
Wish I had paid more attention.
Suspended
My life's in suspension
has it ended?
Should have tended to needs
pulled up the weeds
Now I'm speeding towards another silent day
there are no words I can say
to describe that.