BitterSweet

I watch your lips twist and tremble in fury and

Rage, but all I hear

Is the sound of featherlight waves kissing a golden shore

Under skies blue and clear.

Birds sway to and fro

With the gentle flow of a soft summer breeze

And I smile and think on what might have

Dragged me down to your sombre world

And thank the heavens for raising me past this prison

Of glass and numbered paper, war and unfelt smiles.

Your words whisper but do not penetrate.

I feel your sadness and hate,

But only vaguely, and with little care.

I bask in the sun while you bring yourself down.