The silence you flung at me
Cut as well as a sharp blade
Then tossed me over the edge
Of sanity
Where I tumbled, rolled
And smashed against things
In the darkness
Until my battered soul wound up
Beyond recognition
And still,
What is now beyond belief here is
That I went back to you,
Back for seconds,
For more of the same
(The cure, as it were, came late.)!
Eileen
Ron
Love,
Susan
Newfie Hugs, Rose