Check what you’re doing; braying at your life.
You’re on the side-line looking at your wife.
The years seem to have gotten sucked down the drain;
followed by the rage and then the silence.
All is done but never forgiven.
A ride is an escape from your duties.
You removed your breath from the family ties.
All the doubts you have made; all the faults built-up
Making a fool of this circumstance
that time never resolved. The thing never forgiven.
You try to leave it, but the tremor piles up in layers
Pick a number, stand in line.
She shows her tears.
There’s no band-aid for the family you abandoned
Your stature proven wrong and the shadow you left behind
are the proofing from the vision of the words you never gave.
Sonja J. Johnston 5-Apr-2021
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