Looking back

You were blind
to my struggle.
You were deaf
to my cry.
You were nimb
to my pain,
ignorant
to my lie.
.
You stood there
while I suffered,
turned away
when I fell
didn't notice
how I ached
though you knew
very well.
.
You saw me
when I struggled
You heard me
when I cried
You knew how
I was hurt
You just watched
as I died.

Lynne M. Depperschmidt
September 96