Comparisons
~See it my way~
90 – Triangle
13-05-08

He is a conundrum;
A puzzle too confusing for people to understand.
Filled one second with a disease so ‘deadly’
That he cannot move out of the room...
Out of the house.
Yet you turn your back and he is cavorting ‘round
To all the places he wants to go to...
The places he loves.
Does he really feel ill in the moment?
Or is he the world’s best hypochondriac,
Walking off daily with the best-actor Oscar?

She sits;
Her face crumpled like  laundry merely tossed on the floor.
Her confetti-heart showing,
As she tries to hold back the tears
Everyone can see lurking behind her eyes.
But crying won’t heal her,
And crying won’t help him...
So she sits with her crumpled face cradling her pain,
As she wins her own Oscar for best-supporting role.

And I?
I am trapped in the middle,
Torn between the pain of two people
I love more dearly than myself.
Rather wear myself out as the substitute bassist;
Trying to allow him the chance to attend
Without pressures of physical pain or limits of time,
But that seems to be my own vision.
As she is still continually hurt
By his absence from her side,
While I can only hold my bass and watch.