Conversations

My Love, When last did we have a conversation When we could talk without confrontation? You are able to turn any subject Into a topic that you object With such force and violence That I must leave you to enjoy my silence. Our house has become a prison Where I silently sob and flail Helplessly against the bars of my cell. There is no love or respect in this Hell. I can talk to God, but not to you. His voice has the warmth and hue Of a golden sunset, that covers the sky with love. If only you could learn from that God above. Can you not look at a flower And see the beauty in every nook Of its lovely fragile face? Must you always to irritation race.? I crave this wonderful world to share With someone, who holds a friendship dear. Someone, whose mind and thoughts can bond With every being in this world, and beyond. Oh God! I know you have the greatest power Please save her mind, even at this hour.