In Utter Despair.

In Utter Despair:

Words I wish to utter
but you do not wish to hear,
Your intolerance shows immediately.
Does the sight of me create so much disgust?

You show no tolerance and no care,
crush my spirit and then my soul.
Blatant distrust and abusive tone,
distasteful stares from hate filled eyes.

No explanation will be of any use,
blame and bone picking is now
what I see from day to day.
Behind an evil false facade.

Depraved and corrupt now
is your mind, relationship now
more then just strained
You will not listen, your mind made up.

Marching on you pick a fight,
cannot see right from wrong.
Just tit-for-tat and attack me
with more coarse verbal discourse.

I am truly at a loss with
all this hate, what can
be done to mend your wounds?
Whatever I do, I am blamed.

And so I must go on to bear,
for such grief and pain I ask you,
is it really so fair?

Steven Beesley

9/8/2008 (c)