The Perpetual Cycle — Poetry

First me, then you
we take turns screaming
our voices shrill
long into the night
no compromises, no surrender

Exhausted
we go to separate rooms
computers flared up
music booming through shadows
of angry faces and redden eyes

Sleep fails us
and by morning’s rays
we stomp around each other
avoiding eye contact
tension as thick as mire

Your anger creates chaos
of shattered plates
and smashed computer parts
I cower in my room
shaken by your wrath

By midday, I emerge
beholden to my nature
ever the one to give-in
lower myself to knees knelt
and reverse the course

©April 2015, Lori Carlson

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7 thoughts on “The Perpetual Cycle — Poetry

  1. Unfortunately this is too true. Been there done that. Well, written.

  2. Reblogged this on HarsH ReaLiTy and commented:
    I like the feeling and emotion behind this poem! Very well done! -OM
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  3. Elle says:

    Wow, very moving poem. very exposed. that turn at the end, the knees bent to reverse the course was powerful. I could feel the pain.

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