Image Prompt
Jim Reeves
141

AS ROCKY AS THE GROUND

Escape — 
That is all I could think — 
I must get away
For a few hours — 
I must think, 
Alone, 
Someplace desolate,
Some place where
He isn’t.

He hammers at me 
Like I am a piece of wood.
His voice reverberates 
Off walls,
Off my brain,
I can’t think, 
I can’t just
Be — 
We are as rocky 
As this ground beneath my feet.