Blunder after stumble,
Arguments and quarrels;
I'm screaming what I hardly dare whisper-
Declaring so loudly that the walls
Can't help but hear,
And yet you don't heed.
I cry, I bleed, I slice my head open-
Dissect my mind for you to learn;
I leap into the street, push you out of
Traffic's path,
Only to find that you are
A lead foot who has committed a hit-and-run.
I wonder just how to wipe these
Tire tracks off my face,
And exactly the reason for your grin.
I roar my laments into your ear,
Hoping, praying that the slightest sob
Might slip through the cold gates
That guard your frozen, demon-ridden
Heart.
If it still exists,
Which is a point to ponder-
You leave no outward signs.
