Fallen-Red-Ninja

Accusations I give everything Always What do I get in return? Nothing Naught ZERO Blank Come home from work Walk into the room And pull the sheet away She's there Still Exactly where she was this morning Her eyes boring into mine Cold Hard Accusatory They tell me tales The years of abuse Neglect Torment I can't stand to be here In the same room as her To th kitchen Peppermint tea calms me I create dinner Tidy some I catch her baleful stare Reflected on a pot But when I turn She's gone Back to her sanctury I storm after her And there she is Staring Not making a sound Just staring accusations Of all the times