November 19, 2009
By , Red Lion, PA
She cries as she sits by the fire-
just wishing to be loved by he.

With his unwillingness to speak-
bringing on a new misery.

He won't cuddle, he won't touch-
just a little kiss and it's always too much.

Is she sick? Is she ill? Is he gaining some obscure thrill?

Has he found someone new? A new scent on his shirt?

Just the love that he shirked,
and reeking of the same old guilt.

The beer that she spilt-
trying to numb the pain
- won't dry, and baby still screams and cries even after the lullaby.

Mommy smells sour and daddy comes home at obscene hours.

He isn't willing to patch up this relationship bond -
When about five years ago it was something quite strong.

Broken families everywhere- what's one more?
He bashes her face into the floor.


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