Not a red herring

Troubled darling, troubled

All that has gone wrong in our colourful lives
we have brought upon ourselves.

Rather than meet mine you proffer your fish eye
to all who pass by.

I may be feeling unwanted and tense
but I am not fishing for compliments.

Let us accept
that we are swimming in opposite directions
and that I am troubled, darling.

Troubled.


We can work it out?

Poem copyright Bernard Young 2011