we push, we pull
covering
unfamiliar ground,
deception,
descention,
frustration builds,
I see clear,
to late,
it's black on black,
no in between
crumbling fear
fault line,
fragile feelings
have no place
in this matter
of two hearts
shattered,
storm and drang
turbulence,
stifling emotions,
dust rises,
clouding vision
artifacts
stone (cold),
like acid rain
trickling down
slow burn,
stinging tears,
to forgiving eyes
unpredictable surge
in tumultuous
Times.
Mary Ellen McGrath
2017.
