Pain Poem by Toni Atchison

Do I make you happy
I foolishly ask,
and you always say I do.
But I wonder then,
why you act like
you don't care,
or your too busy.
Maybe I'm not important,
reduced to the status of furniture.
But I hurt, and I need you,
too afraid of losing you
to wander somewhere else.
Inside I ask,
how long can I take this?
How long until I've had enough,
and break yor spell,
to find my way
back into the world?

2/18/08