You rest in doctors room the struggle great,
deep in reverie while you wait
as musing you gaze, far from me
I wish we could be home for tea…
but more than this, my wish for you
to not have this life of waging war,
to beseech and plead the pain away
this fervency of another day.
I wish I could bewitch this ‘beast’
to lure in cruel felony at least,
I wish we could be home for tea…
To listen and note every word
erroneous statements, you must see
as babble on, this fallacy
I ask for more, that will not be,
I wish we could be home for tea…
your shoulders crumple, your limbs are weak
but still you smile, polite, unique,
me bitter and hissing I sag within
this undeserved and stricken life
goes through my heart as doth a knife
I wish we could be home for tea
Oh! I wish we could be home for tea…
I really like this, especially the bit in the middle where you get really cross, you should work more on the feelings you have. I know they do their best to placate but how many times can you stand it. I think I would be flying round like a banshee with a knife in my teeth.
Yes good idea…great way to get rid of all those frustrations.. if you saw me sometimes, I do seem to run from one thing to the next…with never a moment to spare. Thank you so much for your constructive comments always