Drained
What I would like to say
is that the way
you make me work
feels like a ton
of weight
upon my back.
You sit and boss
from your chair
passing judgments
giving orders
blaming others for your inadequacies.
Working double-time
to pay for you
no longer seems
something I can do.
While you sit and wait
for things to get done
say when and where
will this be or that be,
forever taking it for granted
that I will continue to do.
Words of protest
fall upon closed ears
unopened eyes
bypass my struggle.
I often wonder
of a faith
when I choose to wait
stop
not lift a finger
just as you.
The phone rings
only blame
manipulation
negativity
awaits my answer.
Dread the tone
buzzing in my ears
for every time
nothing good lies behind hello.
Today I let it ring
lots of times
hope that maybe
you would get the message
not to call.
