Indignation
Your voice, your fickle mind...
It makes me scream.
I scream from inside out,
With no noise escaping my mouth.
Indignation closes my eyes,
Tired.
I am so tired of screaming,
Pretending to tolerate this.
My heart is heavy with the rubbish.
You've gathered it,
And I've hauled it along -
Weighing down our drawn out affair.
Copyright © Jennifer Smalls | Year Posted 2015
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