Sunday, 26 June 2011

A Quiet Life

A lifetime of quiet resentments
Paved the way
To red mist driven,
Steely sharp
Slashing, slashing madness.

If only she had told someone.
If only she had let it out.
If only he had let her breathe,
Let her believe; believed in her
Just a tiny, tiny bit.

But his overbearing arrogance
Made him a wife full of tiny holes,
Filled full of ire, 
A raging soul 
Behind her perfect, placid smile.

She waits for them
To come and take her away, 
Quiet and red.
The woman that never fought back,
Never murmered, 
All in persuit of a quiet life.

1 comment:

  1. A wife full on tiny holes - brilliant imagery so descriptive on so many levels!