Fury II
Ha! Here we are again; made up, yeah? And people, remember united we stand, divided we fall...
By the time he gets home he is fuming. The faxed dates highlight how little time there will be in the next few months. He slams the door announcing his arrival, is aware he is early, that you don’t know he is going to be early. It is unfair, therefore, to expect you to be waiting, as per usual.
But he doesn’t care about that. He does what he promised himself he’d never do, not to you, to the most precious thing in his life. He hits you in anger. Watches you fall to the floor, turns his back on you and walks away.
On the other side of the door from you, he sits at his desk, head in his hands, face a picture of bleak despair.
While you lie in a crumpled heap on the floor. And underneath the tears, a slow anger begins to burn.
By the time he gets home he is fuming. The faxed dates highlight how little time there will be in the next few months. He slams the door announcing his arrival, is aware he is early, that you don’t know he is going to be early. It is unfair, therefore, to expect you to be waiting, as per usual.
But he doesn’t care about that. He does what he promised himself he’d never do, not to you, to the most precious thing in his life. He hits you in anger. Watches you fall to the floor, turns his back on you and walks away.
On the other side of the door from you, he sits at his desk, head in his hands, face a picture of bleak despair.
While you lie in a crumpled heap on the floor. And underneath the tears, a slow anger begins to burn.