Open Season

I can hear metallic words emerging from your lips
All throughout the best part of my day
Inviting all my inner focus to your bitter uproar
Endorsing all my resolve to move away

Your brash recklessness cast dark shadows down
Of great anguish and unbearable distress
As you continuously violate all of my emotions
With all this agitation you profess

You seem to find the greatest of comfort
In confessing all your misery
But I find myself totally unsympathetic
To your persistent verbal parodies

So if you stop and wonder why, I am no longer here
If you are uncertain of the very reason
Take a good listen to yourself and you will see why
My emotions are no longer in your open hunting season

Copyright *Neva Flores @2010