With racing heart and shoulders tense
It’s time to face a new premise
My status quo is under threat
Prepare to meet my nemesis
Peace and pleasure shot to hell
Black clouds sink to chill my scalp
Fear, claws fierce, at my insides
There’s nowhere I can turn for help
He seeks to storm my private space
To shake my hard-earned confidence
Undermine my self-built strength
And crush me with his dominance
Tears of torment moist my cheek
As, sleepless, night extends to dawn
My dreams of quietude and calm
All, are cast aside, forlorn
I know not, what will come to pass
Nor where my battered form will fall
But I know what damage he can do
I wish to God he wouldn’t call!
But call he will. I have no choice
The price I pay for foolish past
My only hope lies in the prayer
That this time, it will be the last.
and pray for you to find a way to deal with such
a pervasive force of interpersonal relation...
Blessings!
Ron
budd
Peace be with you,
John Michael
Regis
Sandie