Just You

Present company inescapable.
Stagnant smoke begins whirling around your head
as thoughts crash into all sides of your skull.
Argument begins.
The shouting mutes any sagacity that could have been.
A third, silent watcher is forced to look on
with secured knowledge of futile intervention.
A waiting game.

As the smoke begins to strangle,
the participants efforts sedate.
Hopeless as they've ever been.
The heartbreaking display overshadows any due esteem
as the watcher resumes their search for a solution made of gold.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/3u2cdd/the_pit/

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/3u0vsv/drowning_in_your_love/