The Writings and Rambings: You

This place was my escape

An island away from them,
and you
It never seemed this day would come
Now you are back
Everything has changed
I am irritated all the time
I am exiled to one room,
literally and mentally
No one sees fit to stop you
And this terror you bestow
All I can to is pray and hop
Pray for patience
And hope these years pass quickly

Odette