Backlash

Maybe I should have been morein tune

With her sea of emotionracing to shore.

Always obsessed with theraving and craving

Attention, I often neglected herneeds.

 

Pity the soul who is blind tothe passion

Of everyday Odyssey born onthe wind.

The caring and giving is lostin the shadows,

And naked compassion ismeasured in deeds.

 

There comes a time when thepiper needs paying.

It usually comes at the end ofthe dance

When it's too late to takeback the words

That were spoken in angerlike hurricane winds.

 

The backlash has torn everystitch of her fiber,

Ripped at the seams andcarried away

All the essence of caringleaving a void. Filled

With rock-hard emotion ofhearts on the mend.