Poezja

The air grew chill as she sapped my will
with the heat of her words and manner
though it was all on the phone and I was alone
still my skin became redder and redder

With the heat of her words and her manner
 
My skin went quite taught and all was for naught
as no pause would allow me to reply
so I soaked up the rage which took such an age
till my mind all but burst out to deny
 
As no pause would allow me to reply

Though patient most times I considered her crimes
far beyond those limits I could longer endure
so with a sharp intake of wind I strove to rescind
her presumption of rights above all who were pure
 
Far beyond those limits I could longer endure
 
"Now mother" I spake, "let there be no mistake"
I cannot allow all that you have said
in particular I find, when you speak out your mind
they should still have rights though they're dead
 
I cannot allow all that you have said

For a pause she was quiet, she could not deny it
then a soft voice began to  reveal
it was just the doctors pills causing her mind ills
and she went on to make an appeal
 
As her soft voice began to reveal
 
All the torment inside and hurt to her pride
for she knew it had all come from her past
after so many years of loss, such emotional cost
from pregnancies failed until the last
 
For she knew it had all come from her past
 
Yes there are pills you can take, might that be a mistake
as our bodies succumb to small print we have missed
chemicals can induce an end to a truce
when we should have made up and kissed
 
As our bodies succumb to small print we have missed...
 
©Rhumour
March 1st 2010