Hounding

by Sam M. Phillips

Perhaps I’m already half insane

From dealing with the pain

Caused by the strain

Of our relationship.

.

Perhaps I need space,

Perhaps you can’t trace

The line of the race

Which I’m in,

Which I’m trying to win.

.

Perhaps you don’t know everything,

I need a spring

In my step,

And yet you hover,

Cover me with your weight,

Wait for me to fail

So you can rail

Against all I stand for.

.

You need the score

To be in your favour,

Savour being right

Regardless of what damage you might

Cause with your hounding,

Your arrogance astounding.

.

I’m drowning underwater,

Hoping that later

You’ll let me breathe,

Perhaps I deceive

Myself to believe

You can lay aside

The faults you try to hide.

.

Vaults of information you can’t confide

Make you irrational,

No situational awareness,

We’re all careless,

Causing distress,

When our best

Efforts are waiting to be expressed.

***

My debut short story collection is here!

INFINITY AND I: Seventy Science Fiction Short Stories

Get a copy here: INFINITY AND I: Seventy Science Fiction Short Stories