Woke up in the middle of the night,
Flooded by thoughts from a disdain voice.
Meekly,
I threw myself under the shield that protects me,
From horrendous thoughts and emotions
That came creeping to me.
It had always been this way,
He was right; and we all wrong
Rattling in a corner, all away.
I have gotten use to this sequence,
Of him,
Pushing all the blame away.
I have taken enough this kind of blow,
That left me always weeping.
Why hasn’t he searched his soul,
And ruminate for his wrong-doings
My face,
Enshrouded in tears and mucus
Yes,
I admit that we have made mistakes.
And I swear I reflected upon it.
But you,
You.
All you did was to push it all away,And marinate her with all your endless rumblings.