Our Hell

The world is spinning

But their words are still circling around

in my mind.

Yelling, cursing, arguing.

What a great way

To begin a new day.

I stare at the ceiling

And listen to his hurtful but true words,

And her hopeless responses back.

I can’t tune it out,

Can’t push it away

It dominates the air,

And our home becomes our hell.

9/3/05