Separation

I am locked in a room with a view to my life
the door is hammered shut by your unhappiness
with nails made from my fears and guilt

My emotions paint the room gray, black, or white
the images of your sadness cover my eyes
blocking my view… so I only see you

I have the tools to remove the nails and open the door
But my love and hopes for you
keeps me on the inside of our misery

I hear your bitter voice, and feel your neediness
while you sit, do nothing, and continue your ways
I am exhausted by the endlessness of your suffering

I have been hearing the same sad song
played in the background of my life for ten years
how hard you try, do the best you can, but its all a lie

The longer you bemoan your dependent life
my guilty nails begin to melt away
but the fear of losing you won’t let me go

You lost in you what ever kept you sane
the hooks of your suffering pull at my heart
while I pry them from me one at a time

There is this place in between us both
where you continue to die and I begin to live
and I forgive us both for doing what we did




Copyrighted, 2016 by Iva