Bless this mess…

Another domestic.

Another fight.

He’s never wrong,

and she’s never right.

Teenager jumps in,

the intent is as saviour…

But it’s fuel to the fire,

of bad behaviour…


Ignorance is bliss…

Something doesn’t feel alright,

it’s nagging at my mind.

Although I tell myself I trust you,

my intuition isn’t blind.

I can’t quite grasp that something,

it hovers just outside my touch…

to look for trouble means I’ll find it,

underneath the straws I’ll clutch.