what a repulsive sight.
a loved one giving into the whims of every beck and call.
give him a break.
its so well deserved.
the shouts, anger, and frustration
just won't seem to stop.
i plead for justice.
let it be heard.
nothing seems fair.
but the shouts are echoing in my mind.
long after the storm stoped.
i still see the lightning flash as it moves away.
things seem so much more clear at a distance.
i tell him why the picture is wrong.
but he still shows no resistance.
Copyright © Sarah Loftin | Year Posted 2005
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