Unresolved
There is something unresolved between us,
knawing at my mind, my soul.
Long ago, I went on with my life,
yet there you are,
coming forth unbidden,
your face full of tender lies
and subtle deceptions.
I want out!
I resent your presence, your intrusions
on my peace of mind.
What do I want?
I want a sincere apology,
to witness your humility,
to see that you too, have a soul.
I'm having a hard time feeling compassion,
knowing you are holding yourself hostage
and suffering in your silent prison,
while I sit in the next cell.
Copyright Jennifer George 1989