Scarred affection took me away from there
Your donation of hurt too much to bear.
As my pen creates yet another page,
Pain inside interlocks with rage.
A new month brings still no response from you
Continuous hope becomes an anger so true.
Your lack of guilt and subsequent assault
Contribution made; I do not claim all fault.
My eyes had sent tears as skies send rain
Not washed away, left permanent stain.
Sleeping desires: only mine to hold
Familiar doubts that my actions I control.
Thoughts in me on the edge to stray
Spontaneous agreement if asked to stay.
Confession exists within this poem
To reveal my fear of going home.
© 1995 Elle Communications