Tracing outlines on the ceiling,
Of your face, her face,
Just so you can watch
My silent screams, in the bed below,
Lying alone, a shattered starfish,
Each exhausted piece,
To sleep a hundred years,
A beauty reduced to tears.
A woman so cherished, beyond compare
Laid out to bare,
To every spiteful snipe,
Bellowed from the smoking nostrils
Of the reformed man,
Believing he’s kicked the can.
Disappointment here, disappointment there,
Frowning faces, ugly stares,
Always one to turn my head,
Sick of shouting into the wind,
Words battering your chest,
Rarely piercing your heart,
Next time it’ll be a poison dart.
Retire your lies,
Open your eyes,
To a daughter in despair,
The world’s already her oyster,
She͛ll never ask for more,
Just a helping hand,
As she sails a rocky current to her destined shore.