Time out of mind
My insides are stone
All I do is groan
What kind of love….she said
Cold hands
I’m free
But when the lights go down
When the traffic is tight
While I’m waiting
I still hear him
I still see him
Stomping
Yelling
Who knew
Marriage was war
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She feels herself slipping away
She sees him
And feels the blow from his words
The blow from his hands
That selfish way he demands
——
It’s a long way
Long way from home
She has that vacant stare in her eyes
Like a war vet
You know she’s reliving it
——
She’s praying for salvation
——
Hoping she can still touch things gently
There’s nothing left to see…
Nothing left to say
He may not hit you
But he may cut your off from your circle
He may cut you down
He may gaslight you
He may suddenly twist it
And make you feel like
Your feelings are invalid
He may sit down and portray a conversation
But it’s really just conditioning you
So you can go back to the way he needs you
He may be nice here
And over there
And those little moments feel so bright
Because they are so few and so far
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What does it matter now
There’s barely light here now
I’m always reaching
But I can never find
Is there some way out
Some piece of me left?
Just buckets of pain
Buckets of rain
Cities on fire
I’m not even crying
Barely even trying
What’s the point
My heart broke some time ago …
Now there’s just
Flashes of colour
Flashes of pain
What is there left here to spare ?
Regarding Samuel 