With You In Mind The message comes through Like a tom-tom tattoo, Your presence is clear and getting me down. Your harsh voice greets like a gravelled wall. Your home holds no warmth for me, A paper membrane covers the walls, so thin, so cold, I am in my own, internal design yet you invade me daily. Unable to fight, I search for hiding sleep but cannot black out. Stinging Accusations hurtle at me Confused, An innocent witness to a Tea Party I fidget. Hurt soulfully Now I straggle behind, Stupefied. ©1998 Sally