I Can See

This is another in a series of poems written about divorce and what often occurs before the divorce. Remember that a mother always knows!
I can see the things,
That you are unwilling to see.
I see, without the rose tinted
Spectacles of love blinding me.

You are being played,
As the instrument in a band.
Being led around by the nose
And held by the hand.
   By Donnell Carlisle
Published: 5/21/2004
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