Plead

Steep breathing,

Blurry vision,

I can't believe what I'm seeing.

I grow weary of this prison.

You yell,

you fight,

All is not well,

I am losing my mind.

The screaming grows deadening, 

The fights are needless,

Why do I continue caring?

I grow speechless.

You're ignorant,

You're narcissistic. 

I'm sick of your determent.

It's time to be realistic.

You're going to lose me.

What will you do then?

Almost at strike three.

Will you still choose him?

Reviews

[Liz Alexander]

"You're going to lose me.
What will you do then?
Almost at strike three.
Will you still choose him?"
Those words are beautiful. To me as a person it sounds as the words speak to me that your are talking to a best friend. Some one who just picked her boy friend over you. Thats what I see and how I have seen it. If that is true I know how you feel. Beautiful words. Bring me to a new realization. In the world. Thank you for sharing. Welcome to Writers cafe.

[IComeAnon]

The first three lines sucked me in. from the very beginning I could completely relate to the feeling. Well painted emotion.