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



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