When we struggle we argue <br />When we argue we yell <br />Then everything goes off the handle <br />And it feels like a living Hell <br /> <br />I try to step away <br />From all the things that are bad <br />Trying to get things back to normal <br />Trying to make us glad <br /> <br />The more I try the more I fail <br />Then everything turns black <br />I wish we can stop the fighting <br />And that I can have my baby back <br /> <br />When everything settles <br />And the rage has subsided <br />We are in each other's arms <br />We are no longer divided <br /> <br />We all get frustrated <br />We all know the mistakes we made <br />This is when all the images of pain <br />Slowly start to fade<br /><br />Mike Gould<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/images-of-pain-slowly-start-to-fade/
