Red Amber Green

I have no-one
to tell me
if I am
right or wrong - all I have
is my
own  belief
and I can't measure it.

You  stare, face-white
your  blazing eyes
hungry,  gushes of
angry  words fall
easily
from  your lips.

If 1 raise my voice
I know
it will be worse
so I stay
mouse-quiet
thought-hoarse

and hope  you'll go away
find your
normal  self
and bring him  back'
without  a

previous poem