I haven't written a poem for a while. I'd rather let them come to me than go looking for them. This one came today after a long day without a word from her indoors as we had a bit of a tiff last night, this is my way of getting it off my chest, I'm not a bad man so please dont condemn me just tell me what you think of this as a poem. Thanks.
One word at a time.
Come on, you know I love you.
I should not have raised my voice, but I did.
I swore and punched the door, I did it.
I should control my self...I should.
My frustration turned to anger and I lashed out.
It was just my voice that touched you, just my voice.
That's the only pain that I would give you.
I love you, you know I do.
Last night you made me sleep alone.
Yes, I was angry too.
The red mist dropped and I lost it.
Sometimes it pays to keep it cool.
But you nagged me and you nagged me.
All day yesterday and the day before.
Until that last straw on the donkeys back.
Like the proverb says; I snapped.
I hate it when we argue.
Come on, there's two sides to every tale.
OK, you hate the jokes at your expense.
But think of this a while.
They're not jokes, to me, they're something.
Something eating in my brain.
So I try to make it funny, a joke.
I have to make it go away.
Again I ask, do you want a cuppa.
I know tea wont get me off.
But I'm lonely and I love you.
And bit by bit you talk.
And talking is the start of it.
You cant even look at me right now.
One word first and then another.
Then they all come flooding out.
So, slowly oh so slowly.
How that wall comes tumbling down.
The wall I helped you build last night in folly.
Bit by bit it hits the ground.
Shall I change the TV channel? If you want.
Pretty soon it'll all come back.
One word, one simple word at a time.
Phill Williams. 6th August2010
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