Dare I hope that this maelstrom has now abated?
The mighty waves were lifting me higher and higher,
Then dropping me down, deeper and deeper,
Pitching me into a pool of enraged fire.
My body and your soul jerking and burning,
Unable to conform your head with my heart,
Spitting words like arrows into one another,
Clawing at our bonds, and ripping us apart.
Wanting to tell you how foolish I am,
Though I can see no chink in your armour,
So instead I shall storm your offences,
Even though, alack, I am pushing you away farther.
Stop, please, and listen, these words are all true,
Is my confession too late, have I now lost you for good?
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