Synchronized

I hear your words.

They hurt me and convey

I have no value.

Quietness follows the moments

that are so painful.

Ah!  I can hear that “pin drop.” Plop!

My spirit dives beneath

the hands that are waving fanatically

Where is my protector, the one I love?

Have you gone away?

Silent tears flow through my veins.

Why I ask is this happening to me?

What have I done to deserve

this anger from your heart?

Time heals all wounds.  So they say.
But the waiting is too long.

I listen for the clock to quit ticking,
 

praying for it's hands to wind down.

 

DIANNA JOHNSON
 

Copyright ©2007  Dianna Johnson