Here we go again. Part2

29/07/2021
Here we go again....part 2

I feel so bad for my kids,
As I stare out of the window pane.
Looking out amongst the drenched world,
Into a streak of cascading rain.
The only solace being my partner now,
As she understands my fight,
‘HER' jealousy game.
It’s been 4 and a half years now,
But in reality I should have left ‘HER' there,
10 years ago,
On Kenyas deserts and sandy plain.
Perhaps if I had of,
I’d never have this mild PTSD.
I’d be feeling more sane.
I wish Liz was the mother to my kids,
Not ‘HER',
The one trying to turn us on each other.
Liz and I?
Is she insane.
She thinks we all live under rocks.
That we are the vile ones.
Yet ‘SHE'S' the one that has lost it in the brain.
As we live in houses,
Homes for our kids.
No using my kids as tools,
As ‘SHE' and I,
Are nowhere near the same.
I’ve a neigh on perfect life.
To make it perfect,
Would mean contact with ‘HER',
Would have to be taken,
Completely slain.
As every word that she spouts to me,
From her Cobra tongue,
Has venom in them,
Pure evil again!
All ‘SHE’S’ doing is causing my kids continuous hidden hurt,
Constant hidden pain!