Z Dysfunctional Poem by Anita Wisniewska

I sang my song to you

When you were not there

I said my words to you

When you would not hear

My friends were dancing for me

I was the centre of that

Brightly coloured merry-go-round

Of their love and concern

All around.they danced, up and down

Like puppets on the strings

Of my imagination

They all cheered a big hurrah

When I sang my song to you

When I told you my words

They bathed me in the light

Of their forgiving souls

But I did not feel its glow

My heart was cold as snow

Falling on

The frozen ground

Of that faraway winter

Where I sing my song to you

And you do not care

When I say my words to you

And you do not hear.