IMPLOSION 18 APR
1998
Again you switch
about, again you've suppressed
Abbeyance to the
rules yourself had settled:
These are rules
for me; for you they aren't addressed
In this
relationship your whims conserve mottled.
However you might
say by me feeling oppressed,
The only things
you did were those by you wanted;
Though for a time
I might your mind have impressed,
You are your own
woman, strong in head, undaunted.
For you I've
always been the counselor, the reasoner,
A wall to lean
against, a shoulder to cry on,
An ever-present
friend, a tower strong, a dungeon.
You don't
understand how much I feel the prisoner,
How oftentimes
I've wished this jail to break abrupt,
All the ruses in
this life of mine at last to interrupt!
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