Too much enough
The shouting stopped,at last. The phone flew across the room he walk past me, in his wake, gloom. The door slammed and the noise of feet receded upon the stairs. On the landing another door bangs. On my necks electric hairs.
The grief attacks my heart the pain constricts and feeds upon my soul. Pointless to reach out for his mind is as made up as those slammed doors, between us an immeasurable hole.
Why had the phone rung, why had their argument begun, I was not party to the words I was not involved yet my name was bandied, promises, let downs,and money, as usual all left unsolved.
Some how the tension had been building all evening I know damn well the phone call was not the beginning just the trigger . It is always the same eggshells to traverse, walking on glass, fear of a row, that is my universe. Why does it happen why will it not stop. I bargain with God I plead until I drop. It is all pointless though, so my spirits drop.
I try to please him his ego I stroke but there is is only so much you can do for such a bloke. I am always in the wrong even if I am not involved it is true.Tell me then what can one do when every fucking thing is always down to you! No matter which of them upset him it always me who has to carry the can they have all up and left so it is all down to me when the shit hits the fan.
It is late now and I am too tired I think I shall go to bed before any more bad things start to stink. I pray every day and I pray every night could may the next day be less of a fight.
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