Fault Lines
It’s her fault
To live feeling helpless,
Unwilling to try to stand alone.
To live as if the present can’t matter
A quest lacking melody or tone.
It’s my fault
To live feeling angry,
To never offer my time,
To live in a house invaded
Silent blame, doubling the crime.
It’s his fault
In choosing oblivion,
Not to acknowledge or see,
He lives as if peace reigns in his kingdom
His blindness diminishing me.
Be always safe,
Karen
Love & Peace
William
Cryssa
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.