I am so angry.
Tired, and so angry
Hurt and missing
the softness in my life
the gentle touch
the kindly spoken word
the look of love
to convey a touch
from across the room
or across the globe

I don’t care
anymore
about anything
or anyone
after being for others
what I wish I had
for me
and nothing
ever
comes back

lies
deceit
words said to provide
what they think
I want to hear
and never
a care
or a thought
never a hand pitched in
only criticism -
do it this way
don’t do it that way
“you’re wrong,
am I right?”

I’m so done.
Embracing that which
trails so far behind me
but has come ever nearer
and nearer
until I smell its unsung
victory
until I know
this broken heart
won’t hurt any more
if I just give in
just give up
just turn
and offer it -
food
for the black dog.

Lin Cava©
18-November-2010