Damn It All

Tears are streaming down her face
The phone cradled to her ear
Her voice has yet to crack
As she listens to the news
I'm asked to leave the room
Because she can't yet say
What she's being told
I don't want to go
Until I know the truth
But her crying eyes convey
Anger with me for not obeying
So, I cut her the slack
And walk away
Moments later, she's off the phone
And sobbing her eyes out
She is screaming out
"Damn this, damn it!" 
He wakes up and comes over
Asking what's going on
I rush back and hear the news
And although I want to scream
I leave that to her...


The End

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