nightmare

by Linda M. Crate

promises aren't made to be broken
but you broke every one you ever
made to me; insisting upon your own
rightness is the very thing that helped
tear us apart - always you had all
the answers and I was simply the
fool that ought to have been glad
enough to be in your presence but
you are not martyr or any saint
by any means; no you are the very
stuff that nightmares are made of.