A steady world breaks in two
with one dimension clear as glass,
the other something overdue.
Wind erupts with endless force,
the looks he gives, soothing,
but actions imply little remorse.
Years of daylight
brought on by inclinations
make genuine endings out of sight.
Trials rise, in and out
until the climate can be predicted
and all she sees is doubt.
She searches for a perfect way
to release the burden he’s planted
but the cure is beyond what words entail.
Over and over, an endless play.
Threats seep into her mind.
She’ll give him until the end of May.
Note: the image is from http://anabeleoctora83.blogspot.com/2010/10/women-shadow-english-languange.html