I can only watch helpless

I feel the air crackle thick with the same thing over and over

I watch this charade play itself out , locked in a box of one way glass

knowing the outcome so well before the game even starts

yet I can only watch helpless

I can almost taste the acrid smoke that twists and turns around you

bang on the walls till my fists bleed to make me give in

wonder if maybe this time I pretend it’s not happening again

Perhaps it will just wear itself out and go away like it did before

yet I can only watch helpless

I burn with indignation knowing what you’ve done

remembering the call, with tinkling laughter mocking me

That said you couldn’t make it to the phone

and you’d be sure to pass on my message if you thought on it

yet I can only watch helpless

The merry go round is turning revolving ever faster

till sometime soon it will fly from it’s axis

Flipping you to all you deserve to have happen, does

and I WILL WATCH as you are helpless

Author: ailsacawley

I have written since I can remember, devouring the stories of Roald Dahl under the covers by torchlight. I have always loved fairy tales, myths and magic. A good deal of the things I write has some truth in it. Others, not. I’m pleased you dropped by, please feel free to leave me a comment or if you’re kind enough to share that’s fine. ☺️ View all posts by ailsacawley