Bitter Pills
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 quite 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 then 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 the hurt to her pride,
for she knew it had all come from her past,
after so many babies were lost, such emotional cost,
from pregnancies that 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,
while our bodies succumb to small print we may have missed,
chemicals can induce, an end to a truce,
when we should have made up and kissed.
While our bodies succumb to small print we may have missed...
©Rhumour
March 1st 2010
Edited Jan 13th 2014
Copyright © Dave Rhumour | Year Posted 2016
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