A Sunday from hell

She is screaming
Demanding my immediate
Action
Not now but minuts ago
She is running around
The children screaming
To much for her
It is my fault
Who else?
Always it is my fault by default
Accusing me for not caring
Do not do that
Do this and that
I cannot take it
But still I do
Standing up
Again and Again
In this acid enivronment
I face corrosion
A little piece of me each time

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I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts

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Posted in #blogg100, Black, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Relationship

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