Trapped

For she waits Weeding through her past mistakes With her feelings deeply wounded As she was obtruded To find the reasons Of his faults affirmations Her lover of many years Leaves her begging for more between the tears Mysteries behavior he displays Left in the dark and haze Should she stay and reap the benefits After all he does have good merits Or move on and take a chance Its not like she’s losing anything There’s no romance “Oh” but there’s my child’s concern When will she ever learn? He plays his role well Stepfather done swell But his lack of passion Has got her mind thrashing As she lives like a mouse in a cage Trapped in her own rage (This poem was written about a friend of mine struggling with a relationship)